The Poetryzine magazine presents the selection of poems by the Armenian poet Eduard Harents
Yearning
The shadow of color
is scaling
the scars of day;
walking the serenity
of an encountered dream…
The flower is the secret
of pain;
an introspective smile.
The scion names the sin.
Beyond personal bandages
of prayer,
the self-denial of a tree
is as much bright
as warm are the hands
of night.
I am freezing… your name.
***
My name
is a stone in God’s dream,
with ornamental carvings
of askew mirrors.
Through the rib bones
of light
my father’s cataract
is tinkling on my tongue.
Odyssey
We ate poetry,
smoked silence
with a cup of coffee,
we got away from death
chewing colors,
but still we are gazing
at the word…
***
After so much pious,
loveless nights,
I have no idea from which
muscle of time,
but storms are ringing from myself
apparently sweeping away all my
morns, which
remained punched like that
up till now
like the shoes
of a gold medalist student…
Interesting:
that much rich, so sonorous,
to which gates
will my evening – one day –
tinkle?
***
I know, I will wake up someday
from the mystical dinner,
will wear my father’s
damaged footsteps
as little pockets
filled with immeasurable love…
Can my days − I wonder −
scale that much unbearable
lightness?
(Translated from Armenian by Harout Vartanian)
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