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Diana Der Hovanessian: ‘I Write Almost Every Day’

By Artsvi Bakhchinyan

Diana Der-Hovanessian, New England born poet, was twice a Fulbright professor of American Poetry and is the author of more than 25 books of poetry and translations. She has awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, Poetry Society of America, PEN/Columbia Translation Center, National Writers Union, Armenian Writers Union, Paterson Poetry Center, Prairie Schooner, American Scholar, and the Armenian Ministry of Culture.

Diana Der Hovanessian

Among the several plays written by Der-Hovanessian, two (The Secret of Survival and Growing Up Armenian) were produced and in 1984 and 1985 traveled to many college campuses in the 80s telling the Armenian story with poetry and music. After 1989, The Secret of Survival with Michael Kermoyan and later with Vahan Khanzadian was performed for earthquake relief benefits. She works as a visiting poet and guest lecturer on American poetry, Armenian poetry in translation, and the literature of human rights at various universities in the U.S. and abroad. She serves as president of the New England Poetry Club.

The following interview by Artsvi Bakhchinyan was conducted in the poet’s home in Cambridge.

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AB: This year, you added three new books to your publications. How many does that make?

DDH: Fifteen of my own books and 10 volumes of translations.

 

AB: The new translations are compiled in Armenian Poetry of Our Time. And the book starts with 20th-century greats such as Daniel Varoujan, Siamanto, and Tekeyan, and goes on to young contemporary poets such as Vahe Arsen. Do you think of translating as part of your own work? Do you consider it an obligation? Or is it a way of being part of great poetry you admire?

DDH: I’ll answer yes to all those questions. Translating isn’t as much fun as creating something new. And, it has a lot of responsibilities attached. But I started because there was no contemporary anthology of Armenian poetry in English. Some individual poems had been translated by past poets, even Henry Longfellow. But in 1896, working from literal prose translations from Armenian scholars and friends, Alice Stone Blackwell produced the first edition in English of Armenian Poems. Then in 1917 for Near East Relief, and to call attention to the murder of Armenian poets in 1915 and the genocide, she added more poems and published another edition.

 

AB: Alice Stone Blackwell was a great friend of Armenians and a humanist. But she was not a poet. Do you think her translations hold up?

DDH: Of course, they are dated. She uses 18th– and 19th-century phrases. For instance, she begins Bedros Tourian’s Little Lake: “Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere?” It’s too bad that Julia Ward Howe, who was also active (she was president of the Friends of Armenia), did not do some of the poems. She was a known poet.

 

AB: Alice Stone Blackwell’s book has long been out of print, I believe. Was that why you started?

DDH: Before I had any book publications, but was publishing poetry in journals and newspapers, a Bulgarian poet asked me to work with him on an anthology of Bulgarian poetry. And I said, “No, I can’t do that…when there isn’t a modern Armenian anthology.”

 

AB: And you began…

DDH: I started it with my father. We had already done a few translations together. The first were for a concert the Boston Pops was doing of Armenian sharagans for his friend, the conductor Rouben Gregorian. And the second, for a lecture on Daniel Varoujan my hayrig [father] was giving and wanted six poems in English for that program. I was publishing poems already in those days…and when I saw how the Varoujan turned out, I sent them to one of my editors who surprised me by taking the whole batch.

 

AB: And that’s how you started?

DDH: No. Actually another editor of mine invited me to lunch and said she was thinking of starting a page, at the Christian Science Monitor, of international poems and wanted me to do some Armenian, I told her I didn’t know Armenian that well. This was a long time ago. And she looked at me, and said, “Well, you’re young. Learn it!” So I did, I took every course offered at Harvard. And every course at Boston University. But, also, I had lots of help. After my father’s death many friends sent me poems, or read to me. And of course, my students in Armenia would run around gathering books. And poets, of course, would come to read to me. The only book I did all alone was the volume of Derian. I did it with a dictionary and then had it checked. The Koutchag, too. Strangely enough, I didn’t find Koutchag’s dialect difficult. It sounded similar to the dialect my grandmother had spoken to me. But Sayat Nova was hard. And most intimidating was Narek, even though I worked from modern Armenian translations of the old krapar (classical Armenian). For the first anthology, I did the Narek with the help of Hayr Oshagan, a priest at Holy Trinity Church in Cambridge. And for the book of Narek, translations were done with Tom Samuelian… He would send a driver every morning with word-for-word translations done by a priest when I was in Yerevan on a Fulbright. And then when I returned to Boston the rest were sent by e-mail.

 

AB: How do you choose which poems to include in an anthology?

DDH: I think a translator often does a poem he wishes he could have written himself. Or else it is a very important poem, pivotal in some historic aspect, and must be done. For instance, I had to translate Bedros Tourian for the first anthology because he was important historically… He was the first to use vernacular Armenian and write about personal themes.

 

AB: But you didn’t like Tourian?

DDH: No, although he was my mother’s favorite. He did have one great poem, “Drdounch.” My rules for translating include three debts the translator owes: 1) The translator owes the reader the poem the original poet wrote. 2) The translator owes the original poet the best possible version in the second language. The original poet’s reputation is in his hands. 3) The translator owes the poem a vibrant second life in the second language.

 

AB: You did a large volume of Charents with M. Margossian. And some of those translations were used in a recent film made in Yerevan. Is Charents one of your favorite poets?

DDH: Not when I started. During the five years I was translating Charents, I would dream about him. We would have arguments in these dreams. On my first trip to Armenia I was working on that book…and met his daughters and spent a lot of time with Anahid.

 

AB: During another trip I took you to meet the late Regina Ghazaryan, a friend of Charents’s who had buried some of his papers.

DDH: Oh yes, yes, yes. That was an unforgettable meeting. It is important to meet people who personally know the authors you translate. I hope they remember Regina in Armenia.

 

AB: One of your new books is Dancing at the Monastery. It has a lot of prosy poems. Have you abandoned formal verse and rhyme?

DDH: No, my very newest manuscript has a larger share of sonnets and villanelles, etc.

 

AB: But the brand new book, just out this month, from Cervana Barva Press, NOW I SEE IT, is in shapes.

DDH: Actually those poems are just published, but were written a while ago. My editor at Sheep Meadow Press would also take out any light or humorous verse, any strange shapes. But in the last few books he allowed sections of light verse. By the way, I’m a great admirer of Charents’s light and satiric verses. I enjoyed translating those.

 

AB: And you didn’t have dreams then about arguing with him about those?

DDH: (Laughs) No! But to get back to the shaped poems, in the 16th century, English poet George Herbert did some religious poems in the shapes of altars and wings, and more recently in the 50s in Brazil and Germany some artists were combining strewn words on posters and art and calling the movement Concrete Poetry.

 

AB: Tell me a little bit about your writing habits. Do you write every day? Do you rewrite? Do you keep old versions? You did a recent program with an American poet, X.J. Kennedy, titled, “Where Does a Poem Come from?” Did you two decide where poems come from?

DDH: We decided, of course, that they come from poets. And they come to poets from the most unexpected places: a news item, a remembered conversation, someone else’s poem you wish to answer, a dream. A lot of poems used to come to me when I was half-asleep and I would get up to write them down. Now…I just ignore them. But I do write almost every day…mostly rewriting. And I throw most of it away or my house would be filled with paper. Even more than now! I do write on paper first. Then type it into the computer and keep changing it. What takes up most of my time is the New England Poetry Club: planning programs, finding judges for contests, introducing speakers, answering mail. I am hoping to retire from it soon. We have a good vice-president.

 

AB: Well I hope the Varoujan Prize and programs on translations that you started will continue.

DDH: I hope so, too.

 

AB: I have one last question. I think you have often been asked, Have you thought of writing a memoir? After all, you have known and worked with some of the biggest names, not only in Armenian poetry but world poetry: Andrey Voznesensky, Bella Akhmadulina, Tomas Tranströmer, Yevgeni Yevtushenko, Czesław Miłosz, Seamus Heaney.

DDH: (Laughs) Mmm.

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4 Comments To "Diana Der Hovanessian: ‘I Write Almost Every Day’"

#1 Comment By Sylva-MD-Poetry On December 29, 2011 @ 2:48 am

Thanks for Artsvi
To send the interview
About this Honest Armenian Poet
Who tried to learn Armenian and translate
For others to know
Who are the Armenian artful race
I wished always to see her face…
I can see Dian’s Smile Shinning from her Eyes
She is proud … who is she … what she possess
From her grand-grandparents genes
I wish I can meet her one day

With love to the Writer Artsvi and the Diana the Poetess

Sylva

#2 Comment By Sylva-MD-Poetry On December 29, 2011 @ 3:08 am

Lost City of Ani … City of 1001 Churches

There was somewhere
A city called Ani
In the Armenians’ Highland
In Armenians’ ancient history
Near Kars
During 5th Century

There was somewhere
Had a happy nation
Building their homes
Carving Khatchkars
Dancing on grass
With their folklores …
Baking lavash

Somewhere there were
Thousand and one Churches
Named, the city of Ani
How to forget …how to mention
Builders without having iron bars or cements
build fortresses … palaces …By carving rocks
And gluing them with their sweat

The city Ani was cited on a branch of river Arak
And sunny valleys with green trees
Beautiful gardens more than any paradise

Historian forgot that place
Continue praising ‘Hanging Gardens of Babylon’
Ani was not far from there
By plane you can reach in 2 hours
But every place is blocked by traitors
Who are arriving once again by their scimitars
Arriving to cut the tongues of the Ani’s offsprings

Somewhere … there were play gardens… in a city called Ani
Where angles prayed and children rhymed with joyful voice
On the fruits of their trees and their swimming ducks
On the lakes with their red hands…

Armenian Rhymes

I: Danz oo Khnzor gera Salor
Glor mlor gerta em por

{Apple and pear with them I ate a peach
goes rounds and rounds to end in my tommy”}

II: Patig patig Garmer Tatig
To oor gertas Araq Araq

{Duck Duck with read hands
Where are you going so fast … fast …!}

Sylva-MD Poetry

Note: Any one knows about more Armenian rhymes let them write…
Thanks
SP

#3 Comment By Sylva-MD-Poetry On December 30, 2011 @ 7:44 am

Diana Der-Hovannessian
Trying to Unite the Souls of Two Tongues
Both … She Passionately Praised

Translation from Soul to Soul
Pursued by the poetess Diana Der-Hovannessian
For the Armenian Poet Misak Medzarents (1886-1908)
Who died younger than John Keats (1795-1821)
From the same disease, Tuberculosis
Which is declining since then
Accept in immune deficient cases.

Not an easy task to translate
From soul to soul…
As every poet has a unique soul
And each language has its own complex phrases

Diana wants to unite the souls
And create a new soul
This what she imagined …
Believed …
Thus Soulfully Achieved

As the humanity … 
Must be based on
Unification of souls 
Birthing a new breed …

But many soullesses …
Are always there
Born to create hate
Arrive to deparade

I do wonder
Are they able to invade
If love rays dominate in
Kind Loving Cells of any Race …!

Sylva Portoian, M.D

April 19, 2011

#4 Comment By Tina On July 24, 2017 @ 11:32 am

So grateful to Diana Der-Hovanessian for her poetry and for
her translations. Shnoragalem !