ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Strict and dumb we are, Like scholars on stools Until you lift us from the pages, And our dirge fancy, Rhythmed by your eyes Begins its...

His whispers limp into the air And mute the insect sounds of friends. The cane-like limbs strain As he turns to his piano, Folded and pr...

For those few moments she was a woman. Often I had seen her Spinning in the sun To her own music, And prayed that no smudged playmate ...