Shushan Artinian

Shushan Artinian Poems

Talk to me in English, please,
For I understand it well and speak it with ease.

Still, many expect little of me, being a Lebanese Armenian,
...

I thought myself independent,
Free, like a bird that soars.
Alas, I am dependent, like a caged bird
That is fed each day.
...

There is no one I can fully trust,
Share my secrets with, confess my sins to,
Except God.
There is no one I can talk to,
...

Fearful of being rejected, mocked or scorned,
Upon declaring her love to a man she adores,
She lives in secrecy.
Tortured when ignored by the love of her life,
...

A frozen glance,
A stiff body, hence
A corpse lies on the ground
That has, two days posthumous, been found.
...

Darkness falls, moonlight shines,
Everybody's asleep except I.
Excited by a hectic yet productive day,
I cannot sleep not even after I pray.
...

'Join each other and group yourselves,
But for Heaven's sake do not name yourselves;
Do anything and everything: cultural political and social,
But be sure to remain strictly unofficial'.
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Imagine a deaf conductor or a mute singer;
Imagine a blind painter or a paralyzed swimmer.
Imagine yourself a great pilot;
Alas, you cannot be; you have myopia.
...

I held her hand and gave her a smile;
Alas, she's far off, many a mile.
She thinks I'm a friendly neighbor,
When in fact I'm her loyal grand-daughter.
...

Her image flashes before my eyes,
As I watch out the window, seated in our car.
Her face so innocent, covered with a beautiful smile.
No one could guess that she was a survivor of three wars and a genocide.
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Hours go by and we’re still online,
Chatting and laughing better than anyone;
He dictates his daily ‘adventures’,
Possibly exaggerating the funny bits, so as to make me laugh.
...

I opened a dictionary and read some words:
Fjord, Milord, Gnomonic, Abord;
I wondered how many of them I know:
Jowl, Dowl, Chorionic, Yowl;
...

I'm tired of trying to speak my mind,
Instead getting yelled at and left behind.

I'm tired of eating the same meal over and over again,
...

The Best Poem Of Shushan Artinian

Philipp-Lankan Stutter

Talk to me in English, please,
For I understand it well and speak it with ease.

Still, many expect little of me, being a Lebanese Armenian,
Yet, I'm surely better at it than many an American;

Up until I bump into a Romanian or a Sri Lankan,
Whose English pronunciation is worse than an Indian's.

I suddenly forget my lifelong knowledge of the language,
And utter ridiculously, 'Me go now'.

Strange! Why did I stutter in Philipp-Lankan?
To this mystery, is there any explanation?

Perhaps, fearing that I might be totally misunderstood,
I mimicked the speaker, as a talking parrot would.

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