the whispy clouds are crowded round the sun
tinted with prismatic colors:
drifting islands in a waveless ocean,
or feathery canopies built on air.
the light withdraws from earth, air and sea;
the day wanes slowly toward the eclipse of night;
the present moment dissolves to shadows blurred and far away,
touched with the quality of dreams.
a bird rehearses a few last notes.
a few wings flutter.
the pulse of things beats slower
and swift blood is quieted.
Armenian-American Poets: A Bilingual Anthology, ed. and trans. Garig Basmadjian (Detroit, MI: Alex Manoogian Cultural Fund of the Armenian General Benevolent Union, 1976).
Thursday, January 11, 2007