ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

(The Archer -- Prudence, with Curved Lines) That studious face you wear, My Pet, Deprives you of the sweet mundane. And so I beg, if once ag...

I met him once when we were very young and green was the color we chose. A thousand years have passed a thousand hues and love has come agai...

I will pull my hair back In an old maid's knot And don the widest rimmed spectacles I can find To hide from you And the other men until ...