Sylva Dakessian: [Untitled]

breasts like green pears
hard against your tongue
wind rustling the leaves


This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.

Sylva Dakessian: Samovar

I want to tell you about all the tea
I have been drinking lately—it is good
with cream and honey. You will say
I am spoiled, yet
you know nothing of water, of tea leaves,
of cows or bees. They come to me
with their lives and I put them together.
It is against loneliness
and it warms my belly.

This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.

Sylva Dakessian: Listen

Flowers in my ears
blooming, blooming so I can't hear
a damn thing. I pluck
them out as fast as I can
but they come so fast and soft
I decide to be a vase.

Copyright Sylva Dakessian. This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.