Flowers of the Word (for Hrant)
You arrived in my life again, planted in the furrow, A mighty seedling of sight, of memory, of shadow, Easter opening soft as the sun, recollected, Սրտիս նոր ծաղիկները budding with love of fire, Fortitude […]
You arrived in my life again, planted in the furrow, A mighty seedling of sight, of memory, of shadow, Easter opening soft as the sun, recollected, Սրտիս նոր ծաղիկները budding with love of fire, Fortitude […]
When you’re ready, keep it steady. The road will rise to meet you. The wind, it will surprise you, When you’re ready. How could any moment Hold more beauty and torment Than this tender weaving? […]
Every day, I come a little bit closer To the homescapes of our mother tongue, Inviting me into gardens of grief Made bright, deathless flower of the Word Growing from a new grave, voice unearthed, […]
Bathe each fresh cut in our rivers of tears. Remember, Take care of the root. Kiss all the pain into stars, within scars, within stars. Remember, Take care of the root. Plant our battered hearts […]
Dwelling at the sword’s edge of uncertainty, Haunted remnants of fears fall away from me, Turn back into the highland clay formed Long before being remade by our գոյամարտ. Howling at the grey wolves prowling […]
(i) In the quiet, between bombs, there is a sound, A hum, My heart still beats. One day, soon, I will return. What is an hour, a night, a year, But a heart keeping time? […]
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