When Zaroohi the shoemaker's widow
sang Amen yev unt hokvooyt koom
with my friend from Yozgat
on hot summer Sundays
I imagined eagles
somewhere
far away
circling
above
a church
without a dome.
I imagined I was home,
a blade of grass beside a stone.
And the stone whispered terrible things.
August 24, 2007
Copyright William Michaelian. Used here by kind permission of the author.
It's so Armenian and so nice! I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shushan. That's wonderful to hear.
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