Avetik Isahakyan Poems
|1.||Over The Stream||10/11/2014|
|2.||I Can See Them||10/11/2014|
|3.||Where Does The Stone Lie?||10/11/2014|
|4.||Darde Serdis (&Quot;Sorrow In My Heart&Quot;)||10/11/2014|
|5.||Written In Ravenna||10/11/2014|
|6.||Never Love Black Eyes||10/11/2014|
|8.||The Wind Is Howling Through The Winter Night||3/19/2015|
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The Wind Is Howling Through The Winter Night
THE wind is howling through the winter night,
Like to a pack of angry wolves that cry.
My hapless willows bend before its might;
Their broken branches in the garden lie.
Alas, my heart, thy love since childhood's days
Hath wept; thy dream was understood by none.
Seek not in vain a friend to know thy ways-
The soul is born eternally alone.
Thou from thy hopeless heart that love shalt cast-
That child of earth, false, illegitimate:
Shalt fling it to the night and wintry blast-
Out in the storm- there let it find its fate.
There motherless and ...