In September…
IN SEPTEMBER…
In September,
When the plane-tree
Is a proud sight,
And when its short-lived,
Yellow grief
Goes with the wind,
It stands there
With its bare hands
Raised to the sky,
All frozen and chilled,
And begs the sun
To restore it to life.
Translated from Georgian
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
See quotes about translation, quotes about frost, quotes about yellow, quotes about life, quotes about wind, quotes about sky, or quotes about Sun
No comments until now.