* * * A Lyre From Parnassus Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * A Lyre From Parnassus
A Lyre From Parnassus
As we were gone hopelessly above in the sky...
As a stars, have submitted far, behind a side...
- Even, have not found a paper? write on the moon...
- You have lost the handle? - I give... phoenix feather...
- Yes, an ink has dried up! ... I give... tears of roses....
- Muses have departed? I give... lyre from Parnassus...
Because we wanted, to collect.... violet impression...
This the song, does not wait the arrangement, and...
I want... not noise... I want the thin accompaniment...
I quite liked this one. It speaks of the experience and joy of creation. Writing on the moon with a burning pen using the tears of roses for ink is quite an image. I had to brush up on my mythology enough to learn that Parnassus is the source of music and art and Apollo played the Lyre. So again, I'm better in many ways from having read this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:47:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is absolutly beautiful Tsira...lovely read...Fi 10+++