Three Poets of 1915 at the height of Armenian literary activity; Tekeyan

Older than one, the same age as the other, I outlived both only because I was in Jerusalem when the great crime came. Brothers, I write every day now honing, honing, I rewrite and reshape. Poems have become my wife and children. Editorials are my letters home but to no address that I own. I write out the burden of having lived the terrib le burden of having survived.

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