• Язык:
    Венгерский (Magyarul)
  • Baka István Alapítvány

Don Juan


Bennem kevély és egyszerû a vágy:
Csónakba szállni, nyeregbe ugorni,
S kijátszva ezt a lomha kort, robogni,
Apolva új s új ajkak bíborát.

S megtérni Krisztushoz, ha már lejárt
Idõm, hamut csak õsz fejemre szórni,
A súlyos vaskereszttõl meghajolni,
S mormolni szemlesütve szent imát.

Míg egyszer egy vad orgián, ocsúdva,
Mint sápatag lunátikus, kit útja
Csendjében elfogott a rettenet,

Rádöbbenek: porszemként csak lebegtem,
Mert asszony nem szült nékem gyermeket,
S férfit soha testvérnek nem neveztem.

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I know a woman, full of silence, / Her bitter weariness from words, / Dwells in mysterious, blinking eyelids / Their widened pupils, secret worlds. / Her soul is greedily wide open / To copper music of sweet verse. / To life, that’s worldly, pleasant often, / She’s deaf and...

The Red Sea

Greetings, Red Sea, shark soup, / Negro bath, sand cauldron! / Like stone cactus flowers / limestone, not moss, blooms on your cliffs. / / Sea-monsters swept up by the tide lie dying / in anguish, out on your islands / in the burning sand: octopi, tritons, swordfish. / / From Afr...

The Sick Man

Only one thing torments my delirium: / how certain sharp lines go on for ever, / and a bell rings and rings and rings / like a clock marking off eternity. / / Just so, after death, / eyes stare into darkness / (the agonized hope of resurrection) / trying to see familiar visions. / ...


This country could have been paradise: / it’s a den of fire. / We've been advancing for four days, / we’ve not eaten for four days. / / In this strange, bright hour / we don’t need earth’s bread: / the Lord’s Word / is better nourishment. / / The b...

The Cathedral at Padua

Marvellous, and sad - yes, that’s what this temple / is - a joy, a temptation, a threat. / Eyes exhausted with desire / bum in the slits of confessional windows. / / The organ melody rises, falls, / then swells fuller and more terrible, / like blood in dark church-granite veins ...

The Sun of the Spirit

How could we walk in peace, before, / expecting no joy, no disaster, / not dreaming of battles, of flaming retreats, / or the roaring trumpet of victory ? / / How could we - but it’s not too late, / the sun of the spirit bends down to us - / soothing, threatening, it pours / a...