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Lamplight – Lámpafény#5

Ágnes Nemes Nagy: The Thirst/A Szomj

How to put it? The words cannot find my lips:
what thirst for you, plaguing me, is this?
If my body was a carnivorous flower,
falling for my scent, you’d be devoured.
It could be mine your dark and lukewarm skin,
your delicate hand you use for self-protecting
which in every crashing last minute
says it: even so, I haven’t changed a bit.
your arm bending over my arm is mine,
your hair’s glittering, dark plume is mine
and glides with me, glides like a wing
in rocking landscape, eternal, twinkling.
I would drink in your melting meat
that’s like the tropics, thick and sweet,
and your flavour’s thrilling pizzazz
that’s like ancient sage and puzzlegrass.
And your wavy soul I’ll take it all in
(it’s like a lamp over your head hovering)
I’ll take you all in greedily, insatiably
If my body was a carnivorous flower.
-But this? What else is there? I can never rest.
You love me, I love you. How hopeless.

Lamplight/Lámpafény #4

Lajos Kassák: Herald!/Üzenj

Come on, let’s talk come on, let’s talk
You and Me
come on, let’s talk not with sharp-edged rough but with soft
rounded words
the way we learned from lovers
almost indistinctly
the way oak leaves talk with each other.

Tell me something beautiful
so that I can tell You something beautiful.
Talk to my eyes
to my forehead
straightly to my heart
You talk to Me
and I talk to You.
From the shores of a dream, herald!
with the laughter of a newborn [herald!]
with the waves of sea [herald!]
with playful dolphins [herald!]
with the clang of bells [herald!]
with an eagle
as it floats in the blue sky. [herald!]

My little one
my imagined birdie.
You and Me
let’s talk about the world
in which we wander
never finding each other.

Lamplight/Lámpafény – #3

Attila József: To sit, to stand, to kill, to die/Ülni, állni, ölni, halni

To toss away this chair,

to squat in front of train,

to climb up hill with care,

to turn out the sack down dale

to feed my old spider a bee

to caress an old lady

tasty bean soup to eat

here’s the mud to tiptoe in it

on rail track to lay my lid

just to walk around the pond

to sit clothed on its bottom

to blush amidst the sparkly waves

to bloom among the sunflowers –

or just to sigh a beauty

just a fly to shoo off

and my book to dust off –

to spit in my mirror

right in the middle,

to make peace with my foes,

kill them all with swords,

to check the blood, it pours,

to watch a girl, she turns –

or to simply sit idle –

to set Budapest on fire

to wait for a bird on my crumb,

to smash my bad loaf on the ground,

get my valentine to shreak,

her little sister to squeeze,

and if accountable to the world,

to leave it, never to see me –


oh, binder, deliverer,

now this rhyme’s writer,

jokester, and lamenter,

my life, you chooser!

Lamplight/Lámpafény- # 2

Sándor Weöres: Do not lean out of the window/Kihajolni Veszélyes

Not on pad but wooden seat

I wiggled waggled on the train,

I did lean out of the window

There goes my hat in a blow.


Where does my hat wander now?

Swallowed maybe by the mire

It’s all sludgy in and out;

in reed-country frog-manor.


Running through meads freely

Somersaulting wildly

Spinning like the windmill

Swift, deft like a monkey.


Twirling in the whirlwind,

Flies up into the blue,

Rests upon the fullest moon

Gazing at the welkin.


Although it is possible

You’ve found it and carry it

But you’d never wear it

Such a worthless outfit.


Lamplight/Lámpafény – #1

Sándor Weöres: Way /Út

All comes apart in obedience

All is ambiguous in indulgence

All ripens in attentiveness

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