Tsira Gogeshvili

Rookie - 15 Points (29.07.1959. / Tbilisi)

In September… - Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili


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

  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (4/26/2008 11:35:00 AM)

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

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

    Timeless moments between heaven and earth, we who observe.
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  • (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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