"Epigrams" and "Love'
EPIGRAMS The road is not lengthened. The road is not made brief whether you laugh or fill it with grief. Whether you know nothing or know it all and more Death knows your address and can find your door. LOVE (excerpt) I love your slender blue veined hands worn thin, your fragile wrinkled skin, your sweet face, the way your shoulders slope under your shawl and a thousand cares. I love the dreams of olden days that you stitch into your knitting as you sit remembering the past: the road ablaze with the Armenian sun, the bell tower...