I believed that the high tide
Exemplifies the strong –
Clears dirt, dissolves what’s old,
But I was wrong.
The low tide opens Truth.
Old can’t be shaken or removed.
Old simply hides,
But it resides
In every wrinkle of the new.
I believed that the high tide
Exemplifies the strong –
Clears dirt, dissolves what’s old,
But I was wrong.
The low tide opens Truth.
Old can’t be shaken or removed.
Old simply hides,
But it resides
In every wrinkle of the new.
Favorite poem so far that I can read. When I learn Armenian I’ll get back to you with an update on which one I like best.