SPRING
in your open
raincoat
wet edges of the
sky gathered together
You and I
I was your wolf
You were my moon
nights of a
lifetime
I am howling
after your light.
MOSCOW
traffic in the
street,
someone at his
house,
helpless
Is dying alone
APRIL
the tree is
blooming
the white
buttons of her blouse
will open now
REALITY
the only reality
of these mountains
is a bird's
flight
MORNING
The apple trees
blossomed
Yerevan is
putting a pink lipstick on the lips of Nork
Clouds
Clouds full of
rain
Gone with winds
are my promises to you
Video
The best kisses
stayed in this
video,
not shown,
on the lips of
my movie tape
IN SOTQ
MOUNTAINS
already below
the road's curve
like a snake
with a broken head
breathes heavily
widespread
At Nights
Barsa’s sky is a
turning sea
with a streaming
school of fish
RETURN
Along with the
books that I read something
Goes back to the
libraries
So that it will reach
to others
The Oak Tree:
The lonely oak
at the edge of the forest
is my unwritten
novel about you
It’s gonna
strike a lightning at any time
THE SEA
these white
seagulls touching sunset waters
are my letters
unsent to you.
You
Only you would
call on the home phone
and ask
“What’s new -
are you home?"
WORDS
words come out
of line
like falling
rockets?????
Trains:
sometimes
When
It’s no more
needed
these trains
Arrive just on
time
CONFIDENCE
It's easy to get
lost
When the way is
straight.
Solitary
we live
alone
Among
Billions of
people
like us
groping
like the Planet
Earth
In this
infinite space
that still
rotates
while abandoned
By God forever.
IN THE
VILLAGE
From this
quiet
cutting trees of
this forest
like the sweat
is dripping from
my father's
forehead
and cools down
in my palms
Hunting
here they
shoot
high-flying
birds
for others
traps are set
In the bushes
AT THE
STATION
to find myself
I'm leaving
without a suitcase
On a random
train
No one is
waiting for me there
In Siberia
In freezing
weather
The snow is sneaking
under your feet.
In order not to
fall
You need to keep
your shoulders straight.
NIGHTS
Barsa’s sky is a
turning sea
with streaming
school of fish.
RETURN
Along with the
books
That I have read
something
comes back to
the libraries
to reach
to others.
The Oak tree:
The lonely oak
on the edge of the forest
It's my
unwritten novel about you
wherever the
lightning strikes
THE SEA
sunset
These white
gulls scalded by the waters
they are not my
letters sent to you
DO
you only call
home by phone
and you will.
"What are
you"
WORDS
words are
spelled out of line
how does it
start?
on
rockets
TRAVELS
sometimes
when?
already
do not
these trains
Arriving:
just in time
CONFIDENCE
when it's
straight
on the way
It's easy to get
lost
CHINA
this country
along with the
sun
balancing
our planet!
BED
we are
alone
We live
billion
like us
people
in
frowning
like Earth
the planet
this
infinite
in the space
that
rotates
still
From God
endless
abandoned?
VILLAGE
this
nonsense
forest
crossing
trees
as if
my father's
forehead
the sweat is
flowing
and cool
to my palm
in
HORSES
here
shoot
high-flying
on birds
for others
are traps
strain
furrows
STORE
to find me
without
suitcases
I'm leaving
accidentally
by train
there
no one to me
does not wait
SIBERAME
frosts
under your feet
conspirator
crunching
snow
your feet?
so that they do
not
your shoulder
Keep it straight
Send feedback
History
SLAVI AVIK HARUTYUNYAN
SLAVI AVIK HARUTYUNYAN: A poet and Doctor
of Philosophy was born in 1965 in Nagorno-Karabakh. Was appointed to service in
Siberia under the Soviet Army in 1983-1985. Graduated from the All-Russian
State Institute of Cinematography, Faculty of Screenwriting in 1997.And then in
2000 - postgraduate studies at the Moscow State University of Culture and Arts
(MGUKI). Worked in Rusfilm film production company from 2005 to 2015 as a
general producer. Author of many monographs and articles. Among the most
well-known books are "Semiotic Borders in Art" (published in Armenian
and Russian), poetry collections "Belated Telegrams" (in Armenian and
Spanish),"Sky and Earth" (in Armenian), "Birdless Sky" (in
English, Spanish and French), "Lonely Bird" (in Italian),
"Peaceful Days" (in Armenian and Spanish),"God strays among
us" (in Spanish), "Peaceful Days" (in Catalan). The books'
presentations were held in Madrid, Barcelona, Valencia, Mislat as well as other
European cities. Resides in Moscow and Barcelona Translation from Armenia into
English: Zarine Arushanyan
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