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MY FATE By Tanya Hovanessian My fate was to live as a human called the most able after God. My fate was to live in this fearful century. My fate was to have a dream I could not reach and to die without kissing even your eyes. I AM NOT A PAINTER but if I could just paint my eyes on canvas calling it Sadness I'd be famous. I AM A WOMAN NOT A FOOL I know that fire burns but even so I stretch a finger. Even so I know poison drips from both your eyes so why am I handing you my heart, even so? -- TANYA HOVANESSIAN was an Armenian poet born in Gyumri and died in the earthquake of 1988. She was one of the most promising young poets of the time. Translated from the Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian and reprinted from THE OTHER VOICE, Armenian Women's Poetry Through the Ages. AIWA.