TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS
(TO THE POET CHUMMED UP
WITH A VERSEZ...)
The melody – the element of poetry…
A song to the poet
Chummed up with a verse…
That all the dreams
Flower at night
Poets knows better
Than anyone else…
They know that the dull notes
Of all the broken hearts
Can’t humble the treasured rhyme,
The rhyme they can’t lower…
They know that inspiration
And the nine heavenly gates
Brighten up the rhythm,
And make it flower…
The same with the major,
With the sacred remoteness,
The everlasting life,
Or the first word,
The honored word
Uttered in time…
The song to the poet
Chummed up with a verse,
Who was taken ill,
And by the verse was healed…
The sleepless bells
Rang in the chapel…
And I prayed to the
Queen of Angels…
2.03.08 Tsira gogeshvili
Tsira Gogeshvili
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