POETIC REVIVAL

Compared to your eyes my eyes are sightless, Your soul, an impenetrable gloom, In your dark gaze a subtle lie, Hiding you always a fine shroud…  Closed and remote is your heart to me, Tied forever to you yet a stranger still With insane pleasure I worship you I love you and yet not know you. Closed and remote is your heart to me, Compared to your eyes my eyes are sightless, Hiding you always a fine shroud, Who are you? Who? — I shall never know… Translated from Armenian By Armineh Amirian Zohrabian Poem by Vahan Derian 1904-1905

Burry me, when the last red twilight fades When the dying suns’ caresses Sets the silvery mountaintops ablaze, When land and sea are lost in darkness. Burry me when the gloomy dusk is falling, When the  joyous   sounds of the day are hushed When the sunbeams die, flowers slumber When hills and fields vanish in darkness Scatter wilting flowers on my grave so they die in serenity and peace Burry me without tears without words Silence,  silence, eternal  silence.  Poem by Vahan Derian 1905 Translated From Armenian By Armineh Amirian Zohrabian Photo By Armineh A.Z. August 4, 2017 Lake Sevan Armenian