To the Reader
My soul belongs to me no matter how I offer pieces
strangers passing by, on every page.
My soul belongs to me, no one can
recognize it whole
with its formidable darkness and blinding
Like the unstripped mine for gold, coal, or perhaps lead
the dredging has bared only the first layer
of joys, and the black
floodwaters of pain.
A deeper volcano rumbles underneath it all.
My soul is that mine, only partially excavated.
knows how many new pains will burrow
and shaft, blast by blast? It belongs
Today 1 regret that so many samples were passed
to onlookers when
I intended all the while
to give it whole, only to one or two.
About The Poet
Vahan Tekeyan was known as a perfectionist, because he always looked for the
precise word. He was born in Istanbul in 1978 and educated in the Armenian
schools there. His first poems were collected and published in 1901. Besides his
own books, he published translations of French symbolist poetry and the sonnets
of Shakespeare. The sonnet remained his favorite form.
During the 1896 persecutions, Tekeyan left
Istanbul for Europe. He returned, but subsequently settled in Egypt, where he
was active in Armenian political life and edited the Armenian newspaper,
His books are "Burdens" (1901), "The Wonderful
Rebirth" (1914), "From Midnight Until Dawn" (1918), "Love" (1933), "Armenian
Songs" (1943), and "Book of Odes" (1944).