Sunday, January 22, 2012


Think of me not as hungry,
or eager to possess,
but as a statue
in your path,

by silent snowfall.

Spring is how I turn the page.

What I know
is the moss that grows

where you stand, and where we meet.

Currently Reading

Ulysses (Armenian translation)

among others


Tàne Mar said...

deep and peaceful as a well... of wisdom.
thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

So very nice of you, Tanya. Thank you.