Tsira Gogeshvili

Rookie - 15 Points (29.07.1959. / Tbilisi)

In September… - Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

IN SEPTEMBER…


In September,
When the plane-tree
Is a proud sight,
And when its short-lived,
Yellow grief
Goes with the wind,
It stands there
With its bare hands
Raised to the sky,
All frozen and chilled,
And begs the sun
To restore it to life.

Translated from Georgian


Comments about In September… by Tsira Gogeshvili

  • Rookie - 61 Points PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (4/26/2008 11:35:00 AM)

    so beautiful.............thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Shaun William Hayes (4/13/2008 8:20:00 AM)

    Timeless moments between heaven and earth, we who observe.
    Shaun. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Broken Peaces (4/13/2008 7:38:00 AM)

    I am standing watching myself stark incontrast like life itself 10 Chris x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008



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