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IMMEASURABLE SONNET
“... Will you accept alone
This new Golgotha?”
Vahan Terian
Where are you carrying your black wooden Cross,
Oh, my tormented Soul? - is there a new Golgotha
That you shall mount with pride - and people will admire
Your luminous crown with infinite love?
Are you ascending the mount today as Jesus?
Or... just a robber condemned to death?
Is every man today a Pilate
Washing his hands of you?
What crown of light?... And how will you, my Soul,
Ascend Golgotha with a willful passion, when, alas,
You don’t know yourself whether you are Jesus or Judas?
And do you have, my Soul, the ruthless scales
To measure this immeasurable thought -
In this black midnight of your suffering...
18-19. VII. 1936
night-morning-day
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SONNET INSONDABLE
"...Vas-tu accepter tout seul
Ce nouveau Golgotha..."
Vahan Terian
Où portes-tu ta Croix noire?
Ô! mon Âme tourmentée. Vers quel nouveau
Golgotha?
Pour que tu montes fière - et que les gens admirent
D’un amour infini ta couronne parée de lumière.
Est-ce en tant que Jésus que tu gravis ce calvaire,
Ou n'es-tu qu'un larron condamné à mort...
Est-ce qu'aujourd'hui chacun est un Pilate
Qui se lave de toi les mains?
Mais quelle couronne de gloire? - comment gravirais-tu Golgotha,
Mon Âme? - même si tu es prête aux supplices,
Quand tu ne sais toi-même si tu es Jésus ou Judas.
Est-ce que tu possèdes, mon Âme, l'inexorable
sonde
Pour mesurer cette pensée insondable -
Dans cette lugubre nuit de ta souffrance.
18-19 VII. 1936
nuit-matin-jour
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The Armenian poet Yeghishé Charents was born
in Kars, a provincial Armenian city under the rule of
Imperial Russia. At seventeen, already author of published
poems, he joined an Armenian volunteer army to fight
against the Turks for the liberation of his people.
He witnessed the 
calamities
of World War I, and the extermination of his countrymen
in 1915 by the Ottoman Government. The outcome of his
bitter impressions was the poem, “Dante-esque
Legend” which made him famous at nineteen...
