Araxes Came Devouringly (Hovhannes Hovhannessian Poems)
ARAXES came devouringly,Swept o'er her boulders scouringly--Where shall I lay my aching headBowed down with grief o'erpoweringly?Oh my Araxes, flow ...
ARAXES came devouringly,Swept o'er her boulders scouringly--Where shall I lay my aching headBowed down with grief o'erpoweringly?Oh my Araxes, flow ...
SPEAK, O lake ! why ate thy waters silent ?Wilt thou not lament with luckless me ?Move, ye zephyrs, move ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
The sun is up, the hour has come for starting, O my steed! A moment wait till I pass my ...
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
ALL naked at the crossroads thou dost sit. The snow descends and clings along thine hair.Dark wounds are in thy ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
A FRAGMENTBehold! on an Assyrian quayFast by the town of Nineveh,At moon of night, methought I stoodWhere Tigris went with ...
WHEN bright dews fall on leaf and flower,And stars light up the skies,Then tears and sparks commingledBurst forth from my ...
With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek For a spot where a poor bird may rest,While tumultuous man ...
Maiden! in whose kindling eye,Burns the fire of prophecy,On whose brow its glories shine,Priestess at the hidden shrine;Tell me what ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
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