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 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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