Nikoloz Baratashvili | |
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Nikoloz Baratashvili, painted byLado Gudiashvili | |
| Born | (1817-12-04)4 December 1817 |
| Died | 21 October 1845(1845-10-21) (aged 27) Ganja, Russian Empire |
| Resting place | Mtatsminda Pantheon, Tbilisi |
| Occupation | Writer, poet |
| Literary movement | Romanticism |
| Signature | |
PrinceNikoloz Baratashvili (Georgian:ნიკოლოზ ბარათაშვილი; 4 December 1817 – 21 October 1845) was aGeorgian poet. He was one of the first Georgians to marry modern nationalism withEuropeanRomanticism and to introduce "Europeanism" intoGeorgian literature. Due to his early death, Baratashvili left a relatively small literary heritage of fewer than forty short lyrics, one extended poem, and a few private letters, but he is nevertheless considered to be the high point of Georgian Romanticism.[1] He was referred to as the "GeorgianByron".[2][3]
Nikoloz Baratashvili, affectionately known as Tato, was born inTiflis (Tbilisi), Georgia's capital, which was then the principal city ofRussianTranscaucasia. His father, Prince MelitonBaratashvili (1795–1860), was an impoverished nobleman working for the Russian administration. His mother, EphemiaOrbeliani (1801–1849), was a sister of the Georgian poet and general PrinceGrigol Orbeliani and a scion of the penultimate Georgian kingErekle II.

In 1835, Baratashvili graduated from a Tiflis gymnasium for nobility, where he was tutored bySolomon Dodashvili, a Georgian patriot and liberal philosopher.[4] The tragic quality of Baratashvili's poetry was determined by his traumatic personal life as well as the contemporary political situation in his homeland. The failure of the 1832 anti-Russian conspiracy of Georgian nobles, with which Baratashvili sympathized as a schoolboy, forced many conspirators to see the independent past as irremediably lost and to reconcile themselves with the Russian autocracy, transforming their laments for the lost past and the fall of the native dynasty into Romantic poetry. Shortage of money prevented Baratashvili from continuing his studies in Russian universities, while an early physical injury left him disabled and did not allow him to enter military service as he wished. Eventually, Baratashvili had to enter the Russian bureaucratic service and serve as an ordinary clerk in the Azerbaijani town ofGanja. The love of his life, PrincessEkaterine Chavchavadze, rejected him and married DavidDadiani,Prince of Mingrelia.
Baratashvili died ofmalaria in Ganja at the age of 27. His influence was long delayed, but as the next generation of Georgian literati rediscovered his lyrics, he was posthumously published, between 1861 and 1876, and idolized.[1] His reinterment from Ganja to Tbilisi in 1893 turned into a national celebration. Since 1938, his remains have lain in theMtatsminda Pantheon in Tbilisi.[5]A bridge and an avenue in Tbilisi are named after the poet, and his monument stands in the central district of the Georgian capital.[6]

A key insight into the worldview of Baratashvili can be found in his historical poemFate of Georgia (ბედი ქართლისა,bedi k'art'lisa; 1839), an inspiring and articulate lament for Georgia's latest misfortunates. This poem, written by Baratashvili at the age of 22, is based on a real historical event: thedestruction of Tbilisi in 1795 by the Persian rulerMohammad Khan Qajar, which forced the disappointedGeorgian king Erekle II to entrust his country's security to the Russian Empire. However, national problems considered in this work are viewed with a modern approach; the poem considers not only Georgia's past, but also its future in the aftermath of the failed revolt of 1832. In this poem, Baratashvili depicts the debate of Erekle II with his chancellor,Solomon Lionidze, who opposes the union with Russia and thinks that this will result in the loss of Georgia's national identity. Lionidze's wife asks her husband, in a lament that became familiar to all literate Georgians: "What pleasure does the tender nightingale receive from honor if it is in a cage?"[4] The sympathies of the poet and reader both fall on Solomon's side, but the objectively rational decision of the king prevails.
During his short creative life (1833–45) Baratashvili developed difficult concepts of art and ideas. In the words of the British scholarDonald Rayfield, Baratashvili "evolved a language all his own, obscure but sonorous, laconically modern, sometimes splendidly medieval, with pseudo-archaisms."[1] In his earlier poemDusk on Mtatsminda (შემოღამება მთაწმინდაზე,shemoghameba mt'ats'mindaze; 1833–36) the reader can feel a romantic aspiration to be freed of earthly burdens and joined with secret natural forces. Baratashvili's love poetry reached its acme with his unhappy obsessive love for Princess Chavchavadze and is impregnated with an idea of the orphaned soul as inThe Orphaned Soul (სული ობოლი,suli oboli; 1839).[7] Losing hope in human happiness, Baratashvili is captivated by superhuman historical figures such as Erekle II andNapoleon, whom he deems to be beyond joy and unhappiness.[8] Among his most significant works are the poemsThe Evil Spirit (სული ბოროტი,suli boroti; 1843),Thought on the Riverside of Mtkvari (ფიქრი მტკვრის პირას,p'ik'ri mtkvris piras; 1837), andPegasus (მერანი,merani; 1842). This latter poem fascinated later Georgian poets as a mystic, apocalyptic vision of the future. In it the omnipotent mind, inspired by faith, calls for the poem's lyrical hero to knowingly sacrifice himself in the name of his brethren. The tragic optimism ofPegasus is a striking manifestation of the romantic spirit: active, life-asserting, and full of revolutionary aspirations.Pegasus is a prominent work of Georgian Romanticism both from an ethical-philosophical view, and from an artistic-aesthetic point of view.[9]
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