The Glory of the Invention (Atom Yarjanian Poems)
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
Man has a curious appetite, He's all the time wishing to go; And if he had the wings of a ...
How abundant was autumn this year… Its heroic suns and blessings, After our pains, our ashes and deaths, Have filled ...
Not always o'er the meads and hills, From low'ring clouds, the rain distils, Nor storms with endless uproar sweep The ...
GODS of the desert! you are they We shun from childhood's earliest breath;Our passing joys are but your prey; ...
Oshagan's most sacred tomb, Land of genius, from where today, A magnificent history Of fifteen tempestuous centuries, Freely moves toward ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
WHEN bright dews fall on leaf and flower,And stars light up the skies,Then tears and sparks commingledBurst forth from my ...
ON the bank of the river, in the row of cranes,That one drooped its head,Put its beak under its wing, ...
YEAR after year, sitting alone at my window,I gaze on thy path, my pilgrim heart-mate,And by this writing I wish ...
THE centuries of bloodshedAre past, those cruel years;But there is still one countryWhose mountains drip with tears,Whose river-banks are blood-stained,Whose ...
As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. When ...
(_In a Jerusalem tavern_)A Latin and Greek, praise God, are we, Armenian and Copt,And we're all drunk as drunk can ...
Your name so sweet, Your name so high, My tormented, Yet glorious one! Among old ones, you are gray-haired, Among ...
O miracle, O immaterial fire of faith, O astoundingly acting might, O fiery talisman, O unsolvable mystery, There, a Seraphim ...
God, may Thy loving Spirit work,In heart of Russian, and of Turk,Until throughout each clime and land,Armenian and Jew may ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
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