To Heavens_The First Word Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

To Heavens_The First Word


Eternal roving
Of the chime
In a poet’s heart_

-The only
Token
Of this race…

The words pour
Drop by dropp
From their souls

And like a swan
Sing Shakespeare’s
Tragic plays.

With tumult of muses
For winged words
He waits

And trembling
Stick rhymes
At his soul ’ s gates.

The poet is dead,
The word
Darts off his lips,

Flies to the Heaven _
To the First Word,
That on the right of Father sits.