Some poems are not aesthetic, they are testimonies.
\nHovhannes Tumanyan's Akhtamar is exactly such a poem.
\nIt reads like a love story, but it is actually a social cause.<\/p>\n
Lake Van is not a romantic setting here; it is a memory that keeps secrets, suffocates secrets, carries secrets.
\nSwimming from the shore to the island, the young man defies not only Tamar but also prohibitions, fears and gossip.<\/p>\n
Tamar's fire is innocent. This is where Tumanyan's real courage lies: Young man drowns in the sea, In the morning, Lake Van brings a dead body. And the island is known as Akdamar Island today. In this geography, even if love knows how to swim, society knows how to drown.<\/p>\n \u00a0Armenian poet and writer Hovhannes Tumanyan's poem \u201cAhtamar\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Of the happy and smiling Lake Van<\/em> Lake Van is not a romantic setting here; it is a memory that keeps secrets, suffocates secrets, carries secrets.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":282115,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[286],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-282114","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-yazarlar"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282114","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=282114"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":282180,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282114\/revisions\/282180"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/282115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=282114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=282114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=282114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBut in this geography, innocence is often criminalized.
\nAnd someone always comes along,
\n\u201cmorality\u201d<\/strong> in his name.<\/p>\n
\nHe doesn't look for the culprit in the sea.
\nHe blames neither the waves, nor the storm, nor the darkness.
\nIt points to the human being.
\nThe jealous, the spying, the one who thinks gossip is a virtue...<\/p>\n
\nsociety breathes a sigh of relief on the shore.
\nBecause the order is intact.
\nLove is dead, norms are alive.<\/p>\n
\nThe one that stays on the lips \u201cAh! Tamar!\u201d<\/strong>
\nnot a whisper of love,
\nis an overdue objection.<\/p>\n
\nIn other words, even the stone, the water, the island has a name in this land;
\nbut there is no accounting for drowned loves.<\/p>\n
\nFrom the small coastal village<\/em>
\nHe enters the water<\/em>
\nEvery night, a nephew enters the water without a boat,<\/em>
\nHe relies on his biceps,<\/em>
\nSwim through the water<\/em>
\nAcross the island. From the dimly lit island, it's quiet.<\/em>
\nThere is a light calling,<\/em>
\nI'm the one who shines for him<\/em>
\nA sign that never stops. Beautiful Tamar nights<\/em>
\nThat's how he makes fire,<\/em>
\nAnd waiting impatiently<\/em>
\nThere, quietly, secretly. The sea doesn't stop, it churns,<\/em>
\nThe young man's heart flutters,<\/em>
\nIts waves roar with enthusiasm<\/em>
\nAnd Tamar swims without fear.<\/em>
\nHe waits for her on the shore,<\/em>
\nThe sound of water in every stroke<\/em>
\nHis body trembles. He's silent on the dark shore.<\/em>
\nHere's a dark shadow,<\/em>
\nYes, that's him...They met<\/em>
\nIn the night full of doubt. The waves of Lake Van<\/em>
\nThe only caressing shore,<\/em>
\nLeaving the island<\/em>
\nWhispering and mysteriously...While they make love<\/em>
\nUnder the firmament,<\/em>
\nGossip is on the waves,<\/em>
\nTo Tamar, the vile, depraved Tamar, and in the young girl's heart<\/em>
\nThe fluttering of love,<\/em>
\nWhen the young man fights,<\/em>
\nWith the raging, angry sea.<\/em>
\nThey learned their secrets,<\/em>
\nAnd on a dark night<\/em>
\nThey extinguished the torch. It disappeared into the endless waters.<\/em>
\nConfused, brave young lover,<\/em>
\nThere is only one sound in the winds:<\/em>
\nMoans: \u201dAh! Tamar! ... \u201dVoices on the wild rocks<\/em>
\nIt echoes and echoes,<\/em>
\nThe sea roars and foams,<\/em>
\nKah whistles a deep whistle<\/em>
\nSometimes she moans: \u201dAh! Tamar! ... \u201dIn the morning, the sea is tired<\/em>
\nHe brought a corpse,<\/em>
\nOn your lip, quivering, dull,<\/em>
\nTwo words:<\/em>
\nAs if at the time of death<\/em>
\nShe murmured: \u201dAh! Tamar! ... \u201dThat day, today<\/em>
\nThis island has a name:<\/em>
\n\u201cAhtamar\u201d<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"