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  • Hovhannes Tumanyan

    (Armenian: Հովհաննես Թումանյան) (February 19, 1869 - March 23, 1923), is considered to be one of the greatest Armenian poets and writers. His work was mostly written in tragic form, often centering on the harsh lives of villagers in the Lori region.

    Tumanyan's inspiration for his writing came considerably from his parents. He was born in the village of Dsegh in the Province of Lori, Armenia. With his father the village's priest and his mother an avid storyteller with a particular interest in fables, Tumanyan had incorporated many of the themes from his mother's stories and his father's preachings into his writings.

    Tumanyan is usually regarded in Armenian circles as "All-Armenian poet". He earned this title when the Catholicos of Armenia had ordered that Armenian refugees from the west not enter certain areas of his church and house, since he is considered to be "The Catholicos of all Armenians". Tumanyan in response decried that decision claiming that the refugees could seek relief in the Catholicos' quarters under order of "The Poet of all Armenians".

    He created lyrics, fables, epic poems and translations into Armenian of Byron, Goethe and Pushkin
    Positive vibes, positive taught

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    Re: Hovhannes Tumanyan

    I really love reading Tumanyan, can't get enough of it. I hope I'll find some time to read Sasunci David again.

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      Re: Hovhannes Tumanyan

      WHEN SOME DAY

      Sweet comrade, when you come some day
      To gaze upon my tomb,
      And scattered all around it see
      Bright flowers in freshest bloom,

      Think not that those are common flowers
      Which at your feet are born,
      Or that the spring has brought them there
      My new home to adorn.

      They are my songs unsung, which used
      Within my heart to hide;
      They are the words of love I left
      Unuttered when I died.

      They are my ardent kisses, dear,
      Sent from that world unknown,
      The path to which before you lies
      Blocked by the tomb alone!


      HOVHANNES TOUMANIAN

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