Culture
Poem: Halted Words
Halted Words Words that swarm Our speech and thoughts, Everyday words uttered In greeting, departure, or worse, Words of endearment or remorse, Words of discovery and loss Of our tormented souls… At the end […]
Articles by Tatul Sonentz-Papazian
Culture
Poem: A Solo for Me
A Solo for Me You entered my humble room With buds yet to flower — Brought here to bloom…? I sing a last song To my old soul in gloom… And you come along, To […]
Culture
Poem: Under the Star of the Illuminator
Thus, I serenely stroll under the star of the Illuminator… And, like mellow drops of honey, his light drips into my soul… The star-studded night hums like an immense silver organ… The white light of […]
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The Dashnaktsakan…
The Armenian Weekly Magazine Dec. 2015: The ARF at 125 Vahan Navasardian—undoubtedly one of the more prominent Armenian Revolutionary Federation (ARF) leaders of the 20th century—starts one of his many published works on the ARF’s political […]
Culture
Poem: Without the Sea
Like golden suns the garden sunflowers soar in the stormy firmament entranced my eyes trail their motions… In my smile-filled days of childhood from my modest room I watched the sea blue-green painted […]
Culture
Poem: WHY?
By Avik Derentz, Translated by Tatul Sonentz You arrived With warmth and flair, You glanced At me smiling Through curls of long, Flowing brown hair… Just why did you caress My flushing face? And […]
Culture
Poem: Nightfall
By Ruben Sevak, 1914 Translated by Tatul Sonentz Night falls, cloudless, boundless — What words, clear and sparkling, Fit this holy instant free of stress? —–Oh, pure ecstasy of existing…! The distant vessel disappears, Illusive, the […]
Culture
Poem: That Night…
By Rouben Sevak Translated by Tatul Sonentz Who was to erase the memory of that afflicted night, Which I buried far away in the sands of a remote shore? There, in the dark, in front of me, […]
Culture
Poem: Requiem
Hovhannes Tumanian, 1916 Translated by Tatul Sonentz And I stood up, as our ancient custom dictates, To summon peace for my butchered kinsmen’s souls, For hamlet and town, hill and dale from sea to sea, Cut down […]
Culture
Poem: I Am Cricket . . .
I am cricket, Always singing Astride a nimble reed… A drop of hope Deep inside me Turns to stream and Songs flow from my lips… A shoot of flower, Grain of a dream, […]