Poem: Moon

By Aris Shaklian, 1925

Translated by Tatul Sonentz


Summer night. Flaunting moon

On the wall’s shoulder.

Soon moves in

Through the window.

Embraces me,

Fondles me.

Kisses me in a lightshow,

And stops with a big sigh of sorrow.

Drizzling rain, a shade of longing,

Loving love-fest…


Sloshed with lovemaking,

I, exhausted,

Reach the roof, and – oh, Lord!

Voluptuousness galore,

Endless embrace,

The ardent moon, savor and smiles all,

Entwined, fervent and in flames

Is now making out

With all the neighborhood…


—That shameless harlot…

Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

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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