A DAY AFTERByBEDROS TOURIANSlumbering darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread—On my brow perchance a rayOf Death’s pallor trembling lay.And I prayed and longed for death.Then I heard a sobbing breath....I unclosed my weary eyesAnd beheld my mother’s tears—Saw those priceless pearls arise,Tokens of her love, her fears.In her heart what grief she bore!AndIwas that anguish sore.Ah, I raged tempestuously,That black torrent outward leapt1:—God of mercy, pardon me,For the tears my mother wept!1The poem entitled “Complaints,” written a few days before his death.↑
A DAY AFTERByBEDROS TOURIANSlumbering darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread—On my brow perchance a rayOf Death’s pallor trembling lay.And I prayed and longed for death.Then I heard a sobbing breath....I unclosed my weary eyesAnd beheld my mother’s tears—Saw those priceless pearls arise,Tokens of her love, her fears.In her heart what grief she bore!AndIwas that anguish sore.Ah, I raged tempestuously,That black torrent outward leapt1:—God of mercy, pardon me,For the tears my mother wept!1The poem entitled “Complaints,” written a few days before his death.↑
A DAY AFTER
ByBEDROS TOURIANSlumbering darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread—On my brow perchance a rayOf Death’s pallor trembling lay.And I prayed and longed for death.Then I heard a sobbing breath....I unclosed my weary eyesAnd beheld my mother’s tears—Saw those priceless pearls arise,Tokens of her love, her fears.In her heart what grief she bore!AndIwas that anguish sore.Ah, I raged tempestuously,That black torrent outward leapt1:—God of mercy, pardon me,For the tears my mother wept!
ByBEDROS TOURIAN
Slumbering darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread—On my brow perchance a rayOf Death’s pallor trembling lay.And I prayed and longed for death.Then I heard a sobbing breath....I unclosed my weary eyesAnd beheld my mother’s tears—Saw those priceless pearls arise,Tokens of her love, her fears.In her heart what grief she bore!AndIwas that anguish sore.Ah, I raged tempestuously,That black torrent outward leapt1:—God of mercy, pardon me,For the tears my mother wept!
Slumbering darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread—On my brow perchance a rayOf Death’s pallor trembling lay.And I prayed and longed for death.Then I heard a sobbing breath....I unclosed my weary eyesAnd beheld my mother’s tears—Saw those priceless pearls arise,Tokens of her love, her fears.In her heart what grief she bore!AndIwas that anguish sore.Ah, I raged tempestuously,That black torrent outward leapt1:—God of mercy, pardon me,For the tears my mother wept!
Slumbering darkly yesterday,
As in deathly sweats I lay,
And two roses fiery red
On my faded cheeks were spread—
On my brow perchance a ray
Of Death’s pallor trembling lay.
And I prayed and longed for death.
Then I heard a sobbing breath....
I unclosed my weary eyes
And beheld my mother’s tears—
Saw those priceless pearls arise,
Tokens of her love, her fears.
In her heart what grief she bore!
AndIwas that anguish sore.
Ah, I raged tempestuously,
That black torrent outward leapt1:—
God of mercy, pardon me,
For the tears my mother wept!
1The poem entitled “Complaints,” written a few days before his death.↑
1The poem entitled “Complaints,” written a few days before his death.↑
1The poem entitled “Complaints,” written a few days before his death.↑