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This is what he must have looked like,
Christ in the autumn, like me with my
twenty-two summers: still beardless,
blond, and the girls couldn’t help it,
dreamed of him night after night!
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Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Szeged, Kingdom of Hungary
(Szeged, Hungary)
Date:
1930
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I have always backed off from the word.
In the Thirties Europe meant French. But was it only then? Not in earlier centuries? A bloody lesson learned that Europe was Balmazújváros as well as Notre…
Contributor:
Ottó Orbán
Places:
Manchester, United Kingdom
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1978
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Just walk on, condemned to die!
in woods where winds and catscreams wail,
sentence in darkened lines
shall fall upon the pines;
hunchbacked with fear the road turns pale.
Just shrivel up, you…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Kingdom of Hungary
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1936
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You’re so brave, you camp-followers of Cain—
after Baudelaire, yet! Shit-shoveling first father,
your visa was validated
when that cretinous cudgel whammed the wandering
flock’s shepherd, that day…
Contributor:
István Vas
Places:
Cambridge, United States of America
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1983
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I lived, but as for living I was shiftless in my life,
knew always I’d be buried here when all was done,
that year layers itself upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone,
that in the chill and wormy…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Kingdom of Hungary
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1937
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The dreadful angel in me is invisible
today, his screeching almost still.
You startle at its whisper. Is it
someone come to pay a visit
or a grasshopper tapping at the sill?
It’s he. Oh, he is…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Kingdom of Hungary
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1943
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Blessed is the match, consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns in the heart’s secret places.
Blessed is the heart that knows, for honors sake, to stop its beating.
Blessed is the…
Contributor:
Hanna Szenes
Places:
Budapest, Kingdom of Hungary
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1944
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Wind bells over the river with an
Indian name: transplanted homelessness
disguised as a transplanted home.
The garden jingles. Odorous sandalwood censers,
kimonos and saris flashing well among
the…
Contributor:
Ágnes Gergely
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1993