A translation of ‘Այսօր’ (‘Aysor’) by Lola Koundakjian, tr. Ellora Sutton
Today I will go to a museum
and embrace all the colours in the walls,
the genius, the chiaroscuro.
Gorge on the long spectrum of yesterdays,
grow fat with the impossible embryo of tomorrow.
Today I will read a book,
break bread with dust, bulbs and vacuum cleaners;
daydream of poems
found hanging from cobwebs.
Today I will paint,
give birth to a mountain range
just to stage the fierce menabar of my brush
before it burns in the water.
A wild landscape.
Today I will [seebreathetaste] create.