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The Literary Groong - 10/08/2011

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    MET AT A FOREST

    By Ani Boghossian


    I am unable to tell you
    The passing scenes, the car's window
    Leaving behind that day
    That night
    4 am
    That letter about a mist
    That covered a village
    They had to flea to the top of the hill
    To see the setting sun
    Rise
    Rise for me, moon...
    Two mouths can feel
    The colors of tea
    And the moon seams halved
    And I always wondered why you scratch above your left brow
    When you're thinking
    Deep
    Between the humming oaks
    I saw
    The tea cool
    And the villagers went home
    The mist was gone
    The night was warm.
    There was that time when I extinguished
    The stars
    I talk about nonsense
    And you listen to
    The stars
    Too many and I panicked.
    They were too bright and I cried.
    Because I was drunk
    I told you
    And you weren't allowed to listen to
    A nightingale
    And a branch cracked in a forest,
    You held  me up by my shoulders
    The world
    Was asleep
    And you woke me.
    I just had to push you away
    The shore
    I walked along
    A dying stream and
    Feelings of sweet sadness.
    It was worse than falling forever
    Is here
    And yet,
    I collapsed
    With the indigo mountain
    Wept invisibly
    With a smile.
    Could you notice
    Than I can fall calmly
    The wind
    The wind passes through our clothes
    But we don't shiver
    Because you will know
    Me
    Me, I pushed you on the cushions
    Of a deep blue night
    A safe place
    Unextinguished stars
    Because
    You are a soul I know
    And don't recognize
    You are
    A dying star.
    And that comforts me.
    I'm sorry I pushed you
    And I know you're safe
    You don't burn letters
    That frightens me and burns my thoughts.


--
Ani Boghossian was born in Echmiadzin back in cold, dark 1989. She
still lives in Echmiadzin, yet went to school in Yerevan ("Aghasi
Ayvazyan" Varjaran). She studied International Relations at Yerevan
State University and currently works at the Armenian Assembly of
America and also at the Foundation of Preservation of Wildlife and
Cultural Assets. Ani translated David Phillips' book "Unsilencing the
Past" into Armenian. She maintains a blog:
http://www.facebook.com/l/5264c33utQE1q2RXG9Pk1gHt0Sw/nurpages.wordpress.com
She writes in English and in Armenian and draws and paints as well.

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