after the Turkish holocaust in 1915 – the Armenian ambition,
a kind of documentary
Back to basics
in the dawn of time,
to ruins of the past
and memories forgotten,
after many years of exile
there at last was finally a day
of coming back to the original,
to houses laid in ashes
by the cruelties of history,
to cemeteries without gravestones
and to history buried alive
together with the unknown victims
of the first of holocausts in Turkey.
There could never be a sorrow
and a melancholy more profound,
and still, there was the opportunity
to start again, rebuild the past,
restore an ancient civilization
and return to timeless glory
of a righteous people
that did never any wrong
but only suffered wrong immensely
without any reason for it.
Somehow, the dimension
of the suffering of timelessness
remains incurably constructive,
always ready to begin anew
with work and reconstruction
of the greatest glory of them all –
the good that never can give up
but ever and again is victimised
to only resurrect and start again
in ever greater and increasing glory
of eternal continuity
of life that never can be quenched
without resuming ever greater power.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-04-30 at 10:35
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a kind of documentary
The return of the native
Back to basics
in the dawn of time,
to ruins of the past
and memories forgotten,
after many years of exile
there at last was finally a day
of coming back to the original,
to houses laid in ashes
by the cruelties of history,
to cemeteries without gravestones
and to history buried alive
together with the unknown victims
of the first of holocausts in Turkey.
There could never be a sorrow
and a melancholy more profound,
and still, there was the opportunity
to start again, rebuild the past,
restore an ancient civilization
and return to timeless glory
of a righteous people
that did never any wrong
but only suffered wrong immensely
without any reason for it.
Somehow, the dimension
of the suffering of timelessness
remains incurably constructive,
always ready to begin anew
with work and reconstruction
of the greatest glory of them all –
the good that never can give up
but ever and again is victimised
to only resurrect and start again
in ever greater and increasing glory
of eternal continuity
of life that never can be quenched
without resuming ever greater power.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 421 times
Written on 2009-04-30 at 10:35
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