David Kherdian: Last Night

We awoke into the night from out of each
other's arms. Last night, for the first
time, you said you were moved by the
arms that held you in love into the arms
that awaited your sleep. Softened by our
faith, hushed by this trust, we stayed
all day in this single room, and made
our work within the moving noises of
our private lives. By night we knew that
the life that is stroked into existence
by the forms of art is the poem that is
brushed into being by the grace of love.

3.3.71

This poem has appeared in The Nonny Poems, MacMillan Publishing Co Inc, New York, 1971 and was reprinted in Armenian-American Poets: A Bilingual Anthology, ed. and trans. Garig Basmadjian (Detroit, MI: Alex Manoogian Cultural Fund of the Armenian General Benevolent Union, 1976).