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Kenyon Review blogger Sean Casey posts that he will be visiting Armenia next week. He writes a short bio of Armenian poet Paruir Sevak and reproduces several English translations. He also notes how difficult it is to find copies of Sevak's poetry in the United States.

 The site has a copyright notice on it, so I'm not pasting in his entry. Since he himself has copied the poems though, I'll append one here--go to the link for the rest.

http://kenyonreview.org/blog/?p=1074

 TRANSIENCY

When twilight rakes the clouds like a comb
and the thin, sniffing wind stops like a puppy
before every shrub, tree, clod and man,
when the young cold shows its strength
making us button our shirts and grumble,
when the day’s bark is deadened on the deep velvet
and the strewn lights seem ancient adornments—
once again I become naïve,
once more I believe in justice,
and it seems to me
I shall die a natural death.