To Heavens_The First Word
Eternal roving
Of the chime
In a poet’s heart_
-The only
Token
Of this race…
The words pour
Drop by dropp
From their souls
And like a swan
Sing Shakespeare’s
Tragic plays.
With tumult of muses
For winged words
He waits
And trembling
Stick rhymes
At his soul ’ s gates.
The poet is dead,
The word
Darts off his lips,
Flies to the Heaven _
To the First Word,
That on the right of Father sits.
Tsira Gogeshvili
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