We As Two Separate Planets
To Mania
We as two separate planets embraced
each other on a new life's threshold,
I, a native child of the mountains,
you, the arctic's beautiful daughter.
The day was a rebel, its strike erratic . . .
The mob fierce, fires ablaze . . .
You stood there as a golden brush,
I, a black and somber exile.
Did you see the embers of my old illusions
beneath the golden tongues of flame?
We as two separate planets wept
equally under one great cross.
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Asymptote, June 7, 1908. Translated from the Armenian by Shushan Avagyan.