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  • The Armenian Weekly; Nov. 10, 2007; Arts and Literature

    The Armenian Weekly On-Line
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    The Armenian Weekly; Volume 73, No. 45; Nov. 10, 2007

    Arts and Literature:

    Maiden of Legend
    By Seta Krikorian
    Translated by Tatul Sonentz

    ***

    MAIDEN OF LEGEND
    Oh, wow!
    My demented dream my libidinous Love
    my startling yearning in bright pink.

    How beautiful we are when we learn to care
    and learn to burn on our road to love.

    My nameless yet ever familiar companion of Love
    my very own delight and life
    my Aramazd-prince of dreams.
    For endless eons as maiden of legend I sought you from my nook
    to the very edge of our cosmos
    I walked in cold darkness above the snow drifts of Ararat
    my feet-weak-weary-frozen- took me all the way to the heavens.

    Dry grounds were foreign-alien
    Frigid cradles for me
    my books served as pillows in my moments of solitude.

    I pursued my search for you companion soul of my soul
    your voice lingered in my ears like an ethereal desire.

    Someone summoned from afar
    to locate you my Love
    fantasy gave my love-starved soul
    wings and I knew you were out there somewhere existing just for me.

    But finding you was an uphill climb
    beyond mind's mountain my quest would entail eons of wandering
    to reach you I would have to proceed
    to a thorn-bush-lined lane.

    It would have to be an enticement
    worthy of an entire life
    I would have to cling to an Ideal
    before reaching your shores.

    My love would have to set me on fire
    way before I bloomed in your bosom.

    Even the ecstasy of loving you was to be born of suffering
    like Eve's labor pains
    like the revelations of Mashtots
    like the on-rushing fervor of a Komitas horovel.

    Oh, my!
    I finally found you
    along my flickering hopes
    within the last drop of my oil.

    My soul weary of waiting
    my snow-gelled digits
    In their unassuming fall
    found you like a miracle.

    You smile now like a spotless dream
    my thoughts and spirit
    are now bursting with you
    now my life is worth a lot more I want to transpire in your love today
    incessantly
    With no interruptions
    All the way to the sun
    Beyond the moon
    Beyond the end of time.

    Seta Krikorian
    Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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