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Poetry
Zareh Khrakhuni | The unowned field

Zareh Khrakhuni | The unowned field

It is waiting. On this side of the dam The thirsty field is waiting To fulfill its thirst. On the other side The reservoir is swollen With water. It is waiting. On this side of the dam The field is waiting To be immersed. On the other side A river bleeds the water away Like...
Silva Zanoyan Merjanian | Under my skin

Silva Zanoyan Merjanian | Under my skin

 Silva Zanoyan Merjanian is a widely published poet who grew up in Beirut, Lebanon. She moved to Geneva during the Lebanese civil war after personally experiencing the devastation of her beloved country. She later settled in California to raise her two sons with her husband. Her poetry reflects a little of what she took with...
Nune Levonyan | I love fairy-tales

Nune Levonyan | I love fairy-tales

The tree and I get evenly old, but the tree does not make a tragedy of it and each Indian summer does not write poems of defoliation. The tree and I have similarities: we love to dress up and be beautiful to death: but I do not allow common passengers to cool in my shadow....
Ghukas Sirunyan | My mother is asleep

Ghukas Sirunyan | My mother is asleep

MY MOTHER IS ASLEEP My mother is asleep beneath the rows of red pepper, Beside the gourds relishing the sun like grandmothers— In the windy warmth of the autumn leaving the meadow. My mother is asleep beside clemency, worth, and fruit-trees, On the edge of vigor, jealousy, and precarious undertakings, Beside the smoldering hearths, vivacious...
Armenuhi Sisyan  | Sometimes

Armenuhi Sisyan | Sometimes

*** I’m walking on you
Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems

Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems

pain was only a woodpecker perched on a temple ma, my hands are torn out daddy, you are far and we are not so much poets to lie at the bottom of the ocean and lit a cigarette till the moss flows and fills our mouths and again a monday drunk and hard-moving, i shall...
Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark

Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark

Day Turned Dark To Sero Khanzadyan It is dark. It is time for The evening meal. My melancholy gradually Evolves into crying. They descended contemplating, bowing On the corner of the haystack, One heaven made of milk dough and One half-moon…
Ashot Avdalyan |  And you wake the day

Ashot Avdalyan | And you wake the day

DEEPER IN SLEEP THAN A THOUSAND YEARS Deeper in sleep than a thousand years I am kinder than a thousand fairy tales, And more than any spring the mists here Can hear the purling of the warmest creeks. Emptied by my forefather’s hand And in his hand completed, ended, Live these days on the warmest...
AVAG YEPREMYAN | Truly I Say

AVAG YEPREMYAN | Truly I Say

Truly I Say Where we left each other, Our children Will come and go From our disease they will suffer, I know otherwise— upon our tombs, out of our dust roses will grow.   Dead Points As an unuttered word, the Whole is here, indeed, the Ruins of Past-Present- Future—in the Same Pre-Seed. Eternal like...