The Dance

In the town of Bardez where Armenianswere still dying,a German woman, trying not to cry

told me the horror she witnessed:"This thing I'm telling you about,I saw with my own eyes.Behind my window of hellI clenched my teethand watched with my pitiless eyes:the town of Bardez turnedinto a heap of ashes.Corpses piled high as trees.From the waters, from the springs,from the streams and the road,the stubborn murmur of your bloodstill revenges my ear.Don't be afraid. I must tell you what I saw,so people will understandthe crimes men do to men.For two days, by the road to the graveyard . . .Let the hearts of the whole world understand.It was Sunday morning,the first useless Sunday dawning on the corpses.From dusk to dawn in my room,with a stabbed woman,my tears wetting her death.Suddenly I heard from afara dark crowd standing in a vineyardlashing twenty bridesand singing dirty songs.Leaving the half-dead girl on the straw mattress,I went to the balcony on my windowand the crowd seemed to thicken like a clump of trees.An animal of a man shouted, "you must dance,dance when our drum beats."With fury whips crackedon the flesh of these women.Hand in hand the brides began their circle dance.Now, I envied my wounded neighborbecause with a calm snoreshe cursed the universeand gave her soul up to the stars . . .In vain I shook my fists at the crowd.'Dance,' they raved,'dance till you die, infidel beauties.With your flapping tits, dance!Smile for us.You're abandoned now, you're naked slaves,so dance like a bunch of fuckin' sluts.We're hot for you all.'Twenty graceful brides collapsed.'Get up,' the crowd roared,brandishing their swords.Then someone brought a jug of kerosene.Human justice, I spit in your face.The brides were anointed.'Dance,' they thundered -here's a fragrance you can't get in Arabia.'With a torch, they setthe naked brides on fire.And the charred bodies rolledand tumbled to their deaths . . .I slammed the shuttersof my windows,and went over to the dead girland asked: 'How can I dig out my eyes?"

Siamanto " The Dance "

REPENTANCE

YESTERDAY, when in slumber light and chill,Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay,While on my panting cheeks two roses burnedAnd on my brow sat mortal pallor gray,—
Then on my soul, athirst for love, there fellMy mother’s sobs, who wept beside my bed.When I unclosed my dim and weary eyes,I saw her tears of pity o’er me shed.

I felt upon my face my mother’s kiss,A sacred last remembrance, on death’s shore ;All her great sorrow in that kiss was breathed —And it was I who caused her anguish sore !

Ah, then a tempest rose and shook my soul,A storm of bitter grief, that blasts and sears ;Then I poured forth that torrent dark. My God,Forgive me ! I had seen my mother’s tears.


Title Repentance
By Bedros Duryan

MY TEARS.

I WAS alone with my pure-winged dream in the valleys my sires had trod;My steps were light as the fair gazelle’s, and my heart with joy was thrilled;I ran, all drunk with the deep blue sky, with the light of the glorious days;Mine eyes were filled with gold and hopes, my soul with the gods was filled.

Basket on basket, the Summer rich presented her fruit to meFrom my garden’s trees—each kind of fruit that to our clime belongs;And then from a willow’s body slim, melodious, beautiful,A branch for my magic flute I cut in silence, to make my songs.

I sang; and the brook all diamond bright, and the birds of my ancient home,And the music pure from heavenly wells that fills the nights and days,And the gentle breezes and airs of dawn, like my sister’s soft embrace,United their voices sweet with mine, and joined in my joyous lays.

To-night in a dream, sweet flute, once more I took you in my hand;You felt to my lips like a kiss—a kiss from the days of long ago.But when those memories old revived, then straightway failed my breath,And instead of songs, my tears began drop after drop to flow.
Siamanto

The sons of suffering are they,
　
who in this hostile age Were born in blood,
　
are wroth with blood, and wish in blood to die.

from The Song of the Knight
by Siamanto

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