My Mother My mother—gate to our hopes, She is the chapel of our homes, She is our cradle, my mother,…
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“Come,” he said, Taking me by the hand And leading me towards The clear, visible horizon, and Beyond it, as…
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Halted Words Words that swarm Our speech and thoughts, Everyday words uttered In greeting, departure, or worse, Words of…
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A Solo for Me You entered my humble room With buds yet to flower — Brought here to bloom…? I…
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Thus, I serenely stroll under the star of the Illuminator… And, like mellow drops of honey, his light drips into…
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The Armenian Weekly Magazine Dec. 2015: The ARF at 125 Vahan Navasardian—undoubtedly one of the more prominent Armenian Revolutionary Federation…
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Like golden suns the garden sunflowers soar in the stormy firmament entranced my eyes trail their motions… In my…
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By Avik Derentz, Translated by Tatul Sonentz You arrived With warmth and flair, You glanced At me smiling Through curls of…
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By Ruben Sevak, 1914 Translated by Tatul Sonentz Night falls, cloudless, boundless — What words, clear and sparkling, Fit this holy instant…
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By Rouben Sevak Translated by Tatul Sonentz Who was to erase the memory of that afflicted night, Which I buried far away…
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