TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS <br />(TO THE POET CHUMMED UP <br />WITH A VERSEZ...) <br /> <br /> <br />The melody – the element of poetry… <br />A song to the poet <br />Chummed up with a verse… <br />That all the dreams <br />Flower at night <br />Poets knows better <br />Than anyone else… <br /> <br />They know that the dull notes <br />Of all the broken hearts <br />Can’t humble the treasured rhyme, <br />The rhyme they can’t lower… <br /> <br />They know that inspiration <br />And the nine heavenly gates <br />Brighten up the rhythm, <br />And make it flower… <br /> <br />The same with the major, <br />With the sacred remoteness, <br />The everlasting life, <br />Or the first word, <br />The honored word <br />Uttered in time… <br /> <br />The song to the poet <br />Chummed up with a verse, <br />Who was taken ill, <br />And by the verse was healed… <br /> <br />The sleepless bells <br />Rang in the chapel… <br />And I prayed to the <br />Queen of Angels… <br /> <br /> 2.03.08 Tsira gogeshvili<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-sleepless-bells/
