{"id":572,"date":"2015-03-29T08:04:26","date_gmt":"2015-03-29T08:04:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thehamiltongalleryonline.com\/blog\/?page_id=572"},"modified":"2015-03-29T08:04:26","modified_gmt":"2015-03-29T08:04:26","slug":"anahit-arustamyan","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.thehamiltongalleryonline.com\/blog\/?page_id=572","title":{"rendered":"Anahit Arustamyan"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Ann\"<\/p>\n

My name is Anahit Arustamyan. \u00a0I was born in Yerevan, Armenia, in 1963 on the 21st of May. \u00a0I wrote my first poem at the age of eleven. \u00a0 Some of my poems were published when I was in\u00a0high school. \u00a0After graduating from university I had more works published in the local magazines and newspapers. \u00a0I am an author. \u00a0I have e-books on Lulu and Amazon. \u00a0I have published works in a few anthologies too. \u00a0I write poems in prose which are both lyrical and philosophical. \u00a0My works are rich in metaphors. \u00a0I love music and art. \u00a0Literature is my great passion. \u00a0I haven\u2019t traveled much but the books I read gave\u00a0me wings to travel all over the world through time and distances.<\/p>\n

A sampling of Anahit’s\u00a0style of\u00a0poetry.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Who are you, white dolphin? \u00a0What are you searching for in this mysterious sea? Are you a wanderer like me? \u00a0Who knows what the waves may pledge? \u00a0Are you a sailor, white dolphin? \u00a0Do you know why the boats flee? \u00a0I have found you not to leave the sea for a blind coffin. \u00a0Let me cling to your fin! The naked truth isn’t bound to the lips of the sea. \u00a0That’s why the boats creep into the sky’s sleeves. \u00a0I have nothing but my blenching dreams. \u00a0Is the naked truth bound to a smoky inn? \u00a0The minds are taking off their clothes in the inn’s feast. \u00a0Who knows what is hidden in this mist. \u00a0The boats still flee without hearing their own din. \u00a0White dolphin! \u00a0I have found you to cling to your fin.<\/p>\n

from The Phantom’s Dolphin by Anahit Arustamyan<\/p>\n

\"Ann2\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Give your cancer to me! \u00a0My spine is an exploded bridge. \u00a0That tumour will become a pea among the big stones rolling to flee. \u00a0Let your cancer stick into my hip! \u00a0Could I steal your tumour from your very grip? \u00a0Who can see the edge of this mystic trip? \u00a0I would capture your cancer even with my knee. \u00a0Your pain is a pin stuck into my skin. \u00a0I know my sin. \u00a0I should hide my love in a silver tin. \u00a0My misery threw me into an empty bin. \u00a0I would hide your cancer under my skin. \u00a0I would let the pin prick my sin.<\/p>\n

My poem ” Give Your Cancer To Me” is an alegoric and metaphoric expression of the emotions and thoughts about love and life and also about death. \u00a0Who can see the edge of this mystic trip. \u00a0These lines express all the philosophy of life and death.<\/p>\n

from\u00a0My Lyrical Tongue by Anahit Arustamyan<\/p>\n

Buy Anahit’s books here.<\/p>\n