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

My greatest rhythms rolled out when I spoke, resurrecting my people's hopes. I told them to build muscle and break ropes. And when I wrote I heard Narek's breath in my poems. Narek set the pace. For centuries no one else.Yet so many children do not claim their inheritance, forbidden to learn their letters, Some wear poems like talismans, waiting to learn. i praise the words that link us stronger than chains.