IT COULDN’T TURN <br />INTO WINGS… <br /> <br /> <br />The root of earthly wishes <br />Is so deeply buried in the passion, <br />That the poetical dreams <br />Don’t turn into sacred wings… <br />The dreams neither new nor ancient. <br /> <br />And I fail to reach the skies… <br /> <br />Though the prayers tempered me, <br />On the wings of the entreaty <br />I couldn’t settle… <br />The childish lust <br />And the stubborn wish <br />Fought with me a battle… <br />The poetical dreams <br />Couldn’t turn into wings… <br />The dreams neither new nor battered… <br /> <br />And I failed to reach the skies… <br /> <br />3.01.2003 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-couldn-t-turn-into-wings/
