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A Poem by Hovhannes Shiraz Translated from Armenian by Knarik O. Meneshian Snow falls, flutters down like angel-wing feathers upon my mother’s grave. Snow falls, piles high like a tombstone on the distant grave. Snow falls, and God gently lays snow flake upon snow flake so that my mother, pained long ago by Life, will not hurt again. Snow falls, and turns to marble. God Himself carves my mother’s tombstone....