1
If
I manage to escape
from the race of the time
which
follows me,
I’ll
go to gather poems,
where
the trees blossomed
and waiting for me:
(so
many poems are there!…)
2
Through
the winds and snows,
Through
the nights and days,
Through
my longings and pains,
Take
me, love
And
don't ask my will!
3
In
return to my love devoted to you
I
received just pain,
and
I can't deny;
generous
you are;
the
pain that you gave me
was
much more than my love.
Armenuhi Siyan
Armenuhi Sisyan- writer, poet from
Armenia. Professor of Armenian language at Yerevan State Medical University.
Her works are translated into
11languages. Author of 9 books, last 2
were published in Kyoto (Japan) in Japanese. Participant of different
international literary festivals and programs. (Аustria, Switzerland, Italy,
Japan), winner of different literary
prizes. Member of Writers’ Union of Armenia.
Board member of International
Writers Association in Brussels
(IWA). Member of Japan Universal Poets
Association, Kyoto.
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