Poems
A new tower
is being built
instead of the
collapsed shack
Fine it looks
risen from its ruins
between the stones
dragged towards here
down at the mountain
my Lord,
in front of the lake
around your saber
the wind is
dancing.
Selyem – Silk – Zeldje
8 poems from the collection “Selyem” in Hungarian, English, and Dutch.
Plenty of choice
paradise of wishes
all you can guess
the drift that you are
trusted with, that feeds you
that’s wells up,
then ebbing away
doesn’t smash on rock
it just smooths it.