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Armenian Poetry
Trina Kiujian
(Year 12 Student - 2001)
My
Armenia
I Live You Solely From What I Hear,
I See You Only In My Dreams
That Is The Only Place
You Dare To Be Alive.
For Fear.
These Eyes Have Never Beheld You
These Hands Never Touched
But This Heart Beats In Rhythm
With Yours Alone.
They Believe You To Be Dry And Dead
They-Who Have Not Met You, Face
To Face
Speak Of Only Corpses And Hollow
Winds
Of Memories They Would Rather Not
Recall
But In My Mind's Eye You Rejuvenate,
Your Fields Are Green And Your Still
Waters Run
Gleaming Brightly For Me Alone.
And When It Is Just The Two Of Us
Together
Me In Silence, And You The Illusion
I Can't Forget,
I Feel As Though I Have The World
In My Grasp.
When You Cry. I Am There To Comfort
You.
Crumbling Churches, Stone Crucifix
An Old Woman, Head Covered With
Shawl,
Her Silent Prayers Resonate In My
Ear.
The Man With The Grey Coat,
Leading His Lost Sheep Sings Of
You-For You.
And The Little Orphan Girl
Bent In Her Corner Of The Dormitory
Clings To Her Torn Blanket-Representing
Your Freedom,
Your Survival In The Face Of Tyranny
And Oppression.
And If I See You...
What Then?
If I Come To Know The Reality Behind
My Dreams,
All My Fantasies Will Lie In Shreds
At My Feet.
And My Face Covered In Your Soil
I Will Weep For You Until You Rise
Before Me
My Armenia |
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