Harutiun Berberian - SEPTEMBER SONG

You were drenched under the rain.

The recognized boundaries
of your clothes and flesh
wiped out
you were defenseless
against the aggression
of budding sensitivities
of time and missed
opportunities.

While further down
the path
in the pine forest
got lost
snaring you in the lyric
net of the rain.

Now you could see nothing
but grasped everything
instinctively.
There was no talk there
the words were birds
perched-lost
on the pines


Harutiun Berberian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz