* * * When The Bird Calls… Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * When The Bird Calls…
When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls,
With a throbbing heart you wait
For the spell – the magic words…
And you, all strewed up with sparks,
Start to seek the guelder-rose in dells,
Your heart can’t bear any longer
The grief, and the buttoned up dress…
When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls,
The earth, bursting into laughter,
Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads…
The wind with the flock of sparrows
Disperses your winter sorrows,
And makes you sing out
The rose-colored dreams…
When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls…When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls,
With a throbbing heart you wait
For the spell – the magic words…
And you, all strewed up with sparks,
Start to seek the guelder-rose in dells,
Your heart can’t bear any longer
The grief, and the buttoned up dress…
When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls,
The earth, bursting into laughter,
Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads…
The wind with the flock of sparrows
Disperses your winter sorrows,
And makes you sing out
The rose-colored dreams…
When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls…
WHEN THE BIRD CALLS… ( II)
From the blossoming apple-tree,
When, the singing bird calls,
You wait with a throbbing heart
For the spell – the magic words…
And you, all strewed up with sparks,
Start to seek the guelder -rose in dells,
Your heart can’t bear any longer
The grief, and the buttoned up dress…
From the blossoming apple-tree,
When, the singing bird calls,
The earth, bursting into laughter,
Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads…
The wind with the flock of sparrows
Disperses your winter sorrows,
And makes you sing out
The rose-colored dreams…
When, from blossoming apple-tree,
Excellent word flow and vivid immages, a quality write from start to finish.
The earth, bursting into laughter, Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads… Rachel Ann Butler
I really admire any poem that conjures up great images of the spring. This is really good. Best wishes, Andrew
This is classic form poetry. In any poetry of this kind, the length of the poem becomes a critical factor. This is because, what is left unsaid here can transmit much more meaning to the reader than what is actually said. I won't claim this was too long. But I will say that it left nothing left to be said. GW62
Loved this poem, spring the rebirth of hopes, warm feelings, and singing birds. Nature gives hope and silence gives us bliss. Bob
it is a beautiful thought dear. i love your mind keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful poem full of hope for The new Season thus 'Disperses your winter sorrows' This is simple wonderful imagery T..... I also loved: 'Your heart can’t bear any longer The grief, and the buttoned up dress…' This is one of your best T! Rogerx.