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MY FATE
By Tanya Hovanessian
My fate was to live
as a human
called the most able
after God.
My fate was to live
in this fearful century.
My fate was to have
a dream I could
not reach and
to die without
kissing even
your eyes.
I AM NOT A PAINTER
but if I could just paint
my eyes on canvas calling
it Sadness
I'd be famous.
I AM A WOMAN NOT A FOOL
I know that fire burns
but even so
I stretch a finger.
Even so I know
poison drips from
both your eyes
so why am I handing you
my heart, even so?
--
TANYA HOVANESSIAN was an Armenian poet born in Gyumri and died in the
earthquake of 1988. She was one of the most promising young poets of
the time.
Translated from the Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian and reprinted
from THE OTHER VOICE, Armenian Women's Poetry Through the Ages. AIWA.