David Dephy

David Dephy – The trilingual Georgian/American poet, novelist, essayist, multimedia artist. An active participant in the American and international poetry and artistic scenes, such as PEN World Voices, 92Y Poetry Center, Voices of Poetry, Long Island Poetry Listings, New York Public Library, Starr Bar Poetry Series, Columbia University – School of the Arts in the City of New York, Bowery Poetry Club which named him a Literature Luminary. His poetry has been published in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines. He lives and works in New York City.

The Interpretation



I am holding out a handful of water. There are endless

rivers deep within my handful of water. I see my smile there,

I hear the voice from deep within: “You can only interpret

yourself given the state of affairs you were thrown into at birth.

Your birth is your interpretation of your future.”


I am holding out a handful of sand. There are the endless

mountains deep within my handful of sand. I see my shadow

on it, I hear the voice from deep within: “You cannot change

the facts, but you can shift the importance of the facts in how

you interpret them.”


I am holding out a handful of breath. There are endless

winds deep within my handful of breath. It’s trembling, I see

myself through this breathe and I am hearing the voice:

“The facts of your history and belief, discover the possible

interpretations available to you,


while you cannot change the facts of your history and belief,

you can shift your interpretation of those facts. Everything is

intimately connected with your personal interpretations.”

I am holding out a handful of ashes, I burned all my sorrows

with my breath and then


this ash became the silence, the silence became

the presentiment of joy and the joy became the

water again on my palms. I am holding out a handful of

words. There is the life-giving force in my handful of words,

these words are endless interpretations


of myself, of my spirit, of all my wishes. I try to tell you

through the language of interpretation how strange

the world is, but I hear the voice: “You think your

language was invented to describe and represent

reality, but language,


reality and all your wishes are intertwined — language

not only shapes our interpretation of reality, but shapes

how the reality itself unfolds,” Let me unfold you my love,

while the language of silence is covering us, while the language

of your beauty is speaking in me.