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On
the Road from Eghegis. |
Driving
back on a spring evening
past Ararat, through the plain,
where flat fields reach Massis's
foothills blue with flowers.
Cardboard
silhouette cows
lead cowherders cross bridges,
And red yellow apple pyramids
vie with leis of small red fruit
at stalls.
On
the left Ararat is
cloaked in black grey clouds,
A snowy shoulder peeking out
Of its tenebrous dress.
Ahead, a darkened horizon,
As nightfall comes,
Dark grey clouds enshroud,
with trailing skirts of rain,
And peepholes of golden light
Streaming down.
To the right, Aragats, snowy, round and long,
With its clouds tailing off
From sheets of grey scrim screen,
To blue.
Flat-bottomed white clouds hang glued,
to the right of Ara's mount
And the sky is suddenly blue over the hills.
Yerevan is still invisible.
© M.E. Stone, 2001
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