B Bedros Tourian

Bedros Tourian

17 şiir · 1851 — 1872 · Armenia

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Bedros Tourian was a 19th century poet from Western Armenia whose tragically short life was cut short by tuberculosis. Despite his unfortunate circumstances he made a huge impact on the history of Armenian literature. As well as being an accomplished poet he was also a fiercely patriotic playwright and actor whose writing often reflected a deep desire for independence for his country. Some of his plays also delved into deep social issues, his country being largely poor and suffering from a great deal of moral decay. His name can be found in most references books pertaining to Armenian writers but it is sometimes spelled differently. Alternatives to be found are Petros Duryan, Petros Tourian or Bedros Tourian. Tourian was born in 1851 into extremely poor circumstances in Istanbul. His father was a blacksmith but it was a struggle to eke out a decent living. The boy somehow rose above these social and financial difficulties and grew up with a great deal of sensitivity and skill as a writer. He was well educated in the French language thanks, in no small way, to his school teacher, Hagop Baronian, who was also a famous satirist. Tourian studied the works of de Musset, Hugo and Lamartine and some of these French influences made their way into his own writing which has been described as Some critics have attributed the introduction of the modern lyric tradition in verse to Bedros Tourian. His fame as a writer went beyond his native Armenia and has been translated into a number of languages including German, French, Russian, Italian and English. It is to his credit that he overcame opposition from his own father to become an actor and playwright. Perhaps there was a hint of jealousy that his son was seeking a way out of their traditional poverty but Tourian was determined to succeed, and he did. He wrote a number of stirring plays, often based on military struggles and social injustices. Examples were Artashes, the Peacekeeper, written in 1869, and Theatre or Outcasts (or Wretched People), in 1871. The latter play is a tragedy which includes the on-stage suicide of two desperate lovers who cannot see a way out of their desperate situation. His dramatic works probably brought him to the attention of the public during his lifetime more than his poetry and it is likely that, had he lived longer, he would have developed into an even more sophisticated playwright. Life expectancy in 19th century Armenia was very short and it was as if Tourian had a premonition of his own early death in pieces of work such as My Death Poem which describes in touching detail the journey from death bed to the grave and beyond. Here is the poem: Much of his work displayed his anguish that he would probably not live long enough to make a significant contribution to his country, or to know true love. In his poem Little Lake he describes an actress scornfully dismissing him with the words: Tragically, this is exactly what happened. He contracted tuberculosis and died in 1872. He was only 21 years old. Despite such a short time to live he left a significant legacy of poetry and plays and is still popular with his people today.

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SLUMBERING darkly yesterday, As in deathly sweats I lay, And two roses fiery red On my faded cheeks were spread--…

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DEAR, I loved you when Armenia’s roses Budded forth upon your forehead pale— On the day those suns, your eyes, were hidden Bashfully behind their lashes’ veil!…

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FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun, Ye twain that shine above my soul on high! My spirit from the earth must pass away; I go to add a star to yonder sky.…

IT was the hour of dew and light; In heaven a conflagration cold Of roses burned, instead of clouds ; There was a rain of pearls and gold.…

OUR two devoted hearts were joined and bound By streaming rays, with heaven’s own light aglow; We read each other’s souls like open books, Where ’neath each word lay depths of love…

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SHE was alone. I brought a gift — A rose, surpassing fair; And when she took it from my hand She blushed with pleasure there.…

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Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere? Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear?…

UNDYING Love, Whose beams forever glow On rose-red Golgotha's stupendous brow; Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep? What guardest Thou?--bones, spectres, chasms deep,--…

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When Death's pale angel stands before my face, With smile unfathomable, stern and chill, And when my sorrows with my soul exhale, Know yet, my friends, that I am living still.…

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TO thirst with sacred longings, And find the springs all dry, And in my flower to fade, — not this The grief for which I sigh.…

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THE centuries of bloodshed Are past, those cruel years; But there is still one country Whose mountains drip with tears,…

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YESTERDAY, when in slumber light and chill, Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay, While on my panting cheeks two roses burned And on my brow sat mortal pallor gray,—…

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WERE not the rose’s hue like that which glows On her soft cheek, who would esteem the rose? Were not the tints of heaven like those that lie In her blue eyes, whose gaze would seek…

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A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles!…

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O VIRGIN, mother of the sweet spring flowers! O lovely May, in shining blossoms clad! Why bring you not the blossom of my soul Among your many-colored flowerets glad?…

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