Biography of Tsira Gogeshvili
Acute sensations aroused by the rush towerds the mystery of heavens…
Short-spoken reflactions and estimations of the sacred wishes sheltered in the heart of passions…
Images created to enrich and cherish the world of little ones…
These are the leading ideas of the poetess’s colleced verses…
Most of the poems of the given book were published in the
Periodical press twenty years ago: “Mnatobi” (“The Luminary”) ,
“Tiskari” (“The dawn”) , “Pirveli Skhivi” (“The First ray”) ,
“Satave” (“The Outset”) , “Paraleli” (“The Parallel”) …
Stanzas charged with emotional devises provoke the Keen interest of a reader…
All this was followed by a collection of tales wrapped up in the airy poetic veil…
And the book has been adored and treasured since then…
Then came a collection of nursery vhymes titled “The ABC Of Birds”.
Music was composed to these rhymes… a cognitiveentertraining program has been worked out for the primary school and the perfovmance turned out a true success on the stages of some schools…
The were the years of silence… followed by “the Prayer Without A Break” …
“Beyond The Shines”, ”To The Worthy Beggar From The Ragged Poetess”, “To Neavens- The First Word” and other verses brought forth by the true poetical inspiration Some of them were publishd on the pages of “Literary Georgia” as well…
Then appeared a collection of cognitive rhymes “The Ballad Of Chess” arousing
The keenest interest of those who had to do With this sphere.Besides, the book is used as a manual by the hobby groups interested in the game.
The book as well includes some other poetical patterns that haven’t been published up to now…
Thus, the given collection reperesents: Tsira Gogeshvili’s poetical world far more fully and completely than the previous ones…
Tsira Gogeshvili _born in 1959, Tbilisi.
Graduated from GPI - The Polytechnical Institute of Georgia;
The department of Chemical Technology and Automation) .
Was a student at the department of Journalism of the faculty of public Affairs.
Has set to music a lot her own poems.
Is married and has two children- Anna and Avto.
Tsira Gogeshvili Poems
' SING SOMETHING FOR ME
Sing something for me, sing, while of yours think fly as dandelions. Sing something for me, sing, while the rain still rings only for us,
' A GROWN-UP CHILD
A poet is a grown-up child, anyhow, He couldn’t compose, otherwise… A poet is an adorer of queerness, A bit - willful, a bit - precise…
' THE SAND PALACE
I’m soothed, I’m cheered up; For me the sea craves. Spread are for me its blue wings, With my frame, I feel the waves.
Puzzling dialogues grow facile, April is a month of dates, The cherry-plum blossoms in April, And for the love it happily waits.
' AT MOONLESS NIGHT, WE SEEK HUNTERS...
The poets rustle in the woods of verses.
Beyond The Skies
To Emily Dickinson _ my etemal sister The horror of the shattered mirror,
' The King Of Poets
' As Maiden - Gipsy....
Give me your right-palm, I'll tell fortunes to you, As a fortuneteller - As a maiden -gipsy....
' Blue stream
You're blue stream and transparent so, I’m tired of dreaming on a wild-road, I'd sing but I’ll sing to stars over sky, But I won’t drink you to thirst for, never
* * * DANCING DROPS
DANCING DROPS I did not want it that,
You gave me wings, And I could not fly...
' TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS
TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS (TO THE POET CHUMMED UP WITH A VERSEZ...)
'AM A CERTAIN POETESS
I am a certain poetess Strewing about the rhymes. My heart blazes on and on, Its fire burns at all times.
These hands Are just the illusion Of the wings…
The mysterious sharer of my dreams…
His magic wand he slightly waves.
Once I met Andersen in life –
The kind wizard, the king of tales.
I ran into him by chance,
He was attired in a black coat.
I met him in life, in this world…
Hans Andersen – the sharer of my thoughts.