The Great ones about Charents
Charents, Charents... “I love the sunsavouring word of my sweet Armenia” Having never met him, I already knew this phrase. I often pronounced it in America. I have every word explained and almost learned by heart. To this day, I still remember the most beautiful song dedicated to our country, our land, our history. The prayer of praise, a prayer similar to the "Our Father".
William Saroyan
Charents was a thoughtful, developed, highly erudition person, restless character, rebellious and energetic. He knew the literatures of all nations, he knew them well and had a great taste... The loss of Yeghishe Charents is forever regrettable, and if he had survived, what else could he have given. Anyway, he gave something, an immortal monument in Armenian literature.
Avetik Isahakyan
He is Charents, the warrior and the king, he never denied a single moment of this long-lasting war for the human homeland and has not skipped a single battle, the warrior who has reached the height of the blood-giving throne.
Hrant Matevosyan
His name exploded like a bomb. ... And I saw and recognized Charents. That world, things, rhythm, images, colors and shadows were new. The world was new, masculine and deep. I accepted the revolution through Yeghishe Charents at that time.
Gurgen Mahari
Charents is the last revolutionary of our poetry, that’s to say the innovator. And when saying Charents, first of all, this must be understood, under the condition of never forgetting. He is one of the few shapers of our centuries old streak.
Paruyr Sevak
Great is the love of the elders and great is the suffering. It is difficult to find another verse work in our centuries-old literature that has the lovely power of Charents' poem "Of sweet Armenia...".
Vahagn Davtyan
The facade of our century is crowned with the bright names of a number of poets, in France - Apollinaire and Eluart, in Germany - Rilke, in Spain - Garcia Lorca, in Russia - Mayakovski and Yesenin, in Armenia - Charents and Isahakyan.
Louis Aragon
I don't even remember when I first heard or read "Of my sweet Armenia..." That is our nowadays prayer. A prayer that can be woven in the mind, muttered in a whisper, or recited out loud. "Of my sweet Armenia", is rather a panno beyond all scales. A panno raised to the level of folk epic. It is a comprehensive panno-portrait of the country of Hayasa-Urartu-Armenia from time immemorial. It is the living reflection of our nation's biography and behavior, the artistic synthesis and crystallization of our sufferings and cherished ideals, our ups and downs, our destiny subject to calamities and our striving to remain immortal. You had to be at least a demigod to bring such a world.