Turakina Street - by
I give you
/ these baskets and ’ei
/ made by my hands
/ in the old style
/ from plastic packing strips
/ my way of keeping alive those…
I give you
/ these baskets and ’ei
/ made by my hands
/ in the old style
/ from plastic packing strips
/ my way of keeping alive those…
I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words,
/ their lament like ancient lutes, the bend
/ of blood-red flowering roses in the…