Although I write in English$$$ and despite the fact that I'm from America$$$ I consider myself an Armenian writer. The words I use are in English$$$ the surroundings I write about are American$$$ but the soul$$$ which makes me write$$$ is Armenian. This means I am an Armenian writer and deeply love the honor of being a part of the family of Armenian writers.
One day in the afternoon of the world$$$ glum death will come and sit in you$$$ and when you get up to walk$$$ you will be as glum as death$$$ but if you're lucky$$$ this will only make the fun better and the love greater.
When they were tired<br>Night rained her<br>thick dark sleep<br>upon their eyes.
Come to me now and loosen me<br>from blunt agony. Labor<br>and fill my heart with fire. Stand by me<br>and be my ally.
The gleaming stars all about the shining moon<br>Hide their bright faces$$$ when full-orbed and splendid<br>In the sky she floats$$$ flooding the shadowed earth with clear silver light.
When you go through hell$$$ your own darkest night of the soul$$$ don't take pictures to show to your friends.
Everything is a battlefield. If you fight with anger$$$ you are part of the problem. If you fight with joy$$$ you're part of the solution.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a holdOn a dream she wants.
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-haired child.
After the sunset on the prairie$$$ there are only the stars