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| Added: Saturday, September 13, 2008 | ||||||||||||||
| Source: ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT | ||||||||||||||
Summary: Click on the audio link The Cure read by Lola Koundakjian. Restless, I pace my little room, swing the windows and look out. The trees on the hill are tossing madly; I watch them, I am thrilled at their madness. I turn to my bare room satisfied. Becoming Great We look at Goethe, and Schiller, huge bronze statues in the park, and we think, someday we'll be like them -- you Goethe and I Schiller. Then through narrow park lanes we crawl along, solemn and confident, eloquent and witty, ignoring the boys that pass on bicycles and the girls in shorts carrying tennis rackets. |
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