To Heavens_The First Word <br /> <br /> <br />Eternal roving <br />Of the chime <br />In a poet’s heart_ <br /> <br />-The only <br />Token <br />Of this race… <br /> <br />The words pour <br />Drop by dropp <br />From their souls <br /> <br />And like a swan <br />Sing Shakespeare’s <br />Tragic plays. <br /> <br />With tumult of muses <br />For winged words <br />He waits <br /> <br />And trembling <br />Stick rhymes <br />At his soul ’ s gates. <br /> <br />The poet is dead, <br />The word <br />Darts off his lips, <br /> <br />Flies to the Heaven _ <br />To the First Word, <br />That on the right of Father sits.<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-heavens-the-first-word/
