Poem: My Tender, Tiny Bird…

By Avik Derentz
Translated by Tatul Sonentz


You flew away

My sweet swallow,

Towards distant, dreary, disconsolate skies,

Before seeing the golden autumn,

You left with the heartless pain

Of the nestless swain

In your heart…


Someday, in May, yearning

May bring you back,

With the memory of an old place,

To find your nest,

Warm, enticing,

To feel many a dawn’s embrace…


The living sun

May smile again,

You may imbibe the cool of life’s fountain,

The moon may unveil

Its kiss of love, and

The white faces of stars may drop their own veil…


And you may soar

Fulfilled and free,

Basking – at home – in your dreams’ glow,

My sweet swallow,

My tender, tiny bird,

Nestless no more, never in sorrow…


………………………Avik Derentz

Translated by Tatul Sonentz


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Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

Tatul Sonentz-Papazian is the former editor of the Armenian Review and director of the ARF and First Republic of Armenia Archives, based in Watertown, Mass. He has been a contributor to the Armenian Weekly for over 50 years. He currently directs the Publications Department of the Armenian Relief Society.
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