Page 6 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 07
P. 6
Love
Eduard Harents
Armenian Poet
Translated from Armenian by Anna Talalyan
Trough the 30 dawns of my
life,
from flower to flower,
leaving all my sins aside,
by the time I arrived,
she had already left,
leaving the Supper table
behind…
And I
laughed the words
inwards until yesterday
like
psychotropic fish…
It turned out 33 was too
many…
