Last Liturgy

	By Sara Margaryan


	The Earth cries out in despair,
	With dreadful eyes it looks around:
	There's so little left to spare,
	Who can be whipped for that or bound?

	If Beauty seeks refuge in garlands,
	Pretending blind, but badly wounded -
	Let not us hide in shrieking silence,
	Let not subdue to being hounded.

	Which of the senses claims forgiveness?
	When foliage dies, who buries ashes?
	Without smoke who needs the chimneys,
	Or stormy sea without splashes?

	Let not the blasphemous intruder
	Awaken Nature's last convulsion.
	His crash could never be but smoother
	Than Earth with groaning repulsion.


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Sara Margaryan was born in Yerevan, Armenia and is currently studying
in Austria. She has written poetry since childhood and has been
published several times. She writes mainly in Russian, but also in
Armenian and English.
Sara graduated from the Yerevan State Linguistic University in 1999.
She has been published in Armenia and Russia, and has participated in
the contest of poets - translators in Armenia, where she won third
prize. She has authored one book of poetry in Russian language, and
presently working at the second one to be published in 2003.