Thursday, February 09, 2012
All night long the splintered rain
needled the wincing window pane
with the thin voice of old sea tales
of days before Odysseus sailed,
of monsoon, typhoon, gale and mud
to bully the land-locked heart with flood
daring the vitreous sun to claim
a wild eye water cannot tame.
Diana Der Hovanessian
From How to Choose Your Past, Ararat Press, 1978. The poem also appeared in the Armenian Review, 1968.