poems by Eduard Harents
POET : EDUARD HARENTS Translated by : Herminée Arshakyan *** Like fever,the moon angle is complexand bright… The night is a riverblindly entwined from the nuance of the star… The rose-braid sky is fractioning –hung on the plaits,like shudderof God output from the lip… Exquisite catatonia – with seven birds… The times are the pollination of your birdin my […]
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