POETIC REVIVAL

In my dream I saw Ani, I saw my late mother too. I hugged her like a child,  And I kissed her. Ah, mother I said, I’m very sick, I’m without hope, I said, I have a wound incurable And the misery of the world. The mind is powerless, the will uncertain Love a fallacy a fantasy Destiny is evil, life without meaning Death an unending fright I am tired mother, I need to rest I don’t want to feel or think. Mother mother please undress me Cover me so I can sleep.  The whole world is a nightmare, An insane delirium, Man is but a shadow, effort is useless, Every step closer to death… Ani is a ruined medieval Armenian City Now in Turkey  Ani was also the diminutive of ancient goddess Anahit who was seen as the mother protector of Armenia. It was also called The city of 1001 churches. Wikipedia.org Poem By Avedik Isahakian Translated from Armenian by Armineh Amirian Zohrabian

I heard a sweet sound  it was my old mothers’ voice, a glimmer of happiness shone but alas it was a dream. As a tender melody played  I remembered my childhood days, I felt my mother’s kiss  But it was just a dream. She embraced me with much longing As she wiped my misty eyes,  But my tears would not stop Ah why was it just a dream. Poem written by S. Shahaziz Translated from Armenian By  Armineh  Amirian  Zohrabian January  26, 201 8

I miss you mom. It's been too long  You don't even come to my dreams. Were you simply too tired? Are you happy now that you are gone? I want to remember you happy With your blue eyes smiling like when I came to visit When you had bought something pretty. Did I tell you that I loved you, enough? I hope you are with dad Is he making you laugh? Hope to see you again mom. I hope to see you again.