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Famous Armenian Poems
Good Evening
Paruyr Sevak :
The sun slides down,
The day narrows to a close,
And again the mountains bear children,
Shadowshapes
That grow little by little
And bury their mothers.
The whirlwind
Leaning on its foot
Soars up into the sky,
Confirming
The recanted legend of the Ascension.
In the chilling air, a small
Warm body, some say a bird,
Stumbles in flight.
A woman stands in an enclosed field,
And under her feet
The axis of the earth turns, unseen,
And unseen, forms a part of her.
Without being caught red-handed,
Without eyewitnesses present,
I see myself guilty;
And drawn by fear unto myself, I mumble from afar,
And I mumble now, not to that one,
But to this one - me, the remote one-
'' Good evening, my solitary one…''
Paruyr Sevak :
The sun slides down,
The day narrows to a close,
And again the mountains bear children,
Shadowshapes
That grow little by little
And bury their mothers.
The whirlwind
Leaning on its foot
Soars up into the sky,
Confirming
The recanted legend of the Ascension.
In the chilling air, a small
Warm body, some say a bird,
Stumbles in flight.
A woman stands in an enclosed field,
And under her feet
The axis of the earth turns, unseen,
And unseen, forms a part of her.
Without being caught red-handed,
Without eyewitnesses present,
I see myself guilty;
And drawn by fear unto myself, I mumble from afar,
And I mumble now, not to that one,
But to this one - me, the remote one-
'' Good evening, my solitary one…''
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