Endre Ady Poems

Autumn sliped into Paris yesterday,
came silently down Boulevard St Michel,
In sultry heat, past boughs sullen and still,
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I am neither infant nor happy grandfather
Nor parent, nor lover
Of anyone, of anyone.
I am, as every man is, Majesty,
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Útra kelünk. Megyünk az Ôszbe,
Vijjogva, sírva, kergetôzve,
Két lankadt szárnyú héja-madár.
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With my old man's wrinkled hand,
with my old man's squinting eyes,
let me hold your lovely hand,
let me guard your lovely eyes.
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Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad Waters
Seize me, but in vain.
I hear the gaggling of sensible ganders,
Nothing can remain,
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Your eyes are mirrors
of blessed marvels,
for they have seen me;
you are the mistress,
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I am the Son of King Gog of Magog(1)
I'm banging doors and walls to no avail -
yet I must ask this question as prologue:
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Behold my treasures, darling,
they are less than a Biblical farthing,
behold the fate of a true and faithful life,
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Neither the issue nor the sire,
neither fulfilment nor desire
am I for anyone,
am I for anyone.
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An angry angel hurled from the heavenly height
Drumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,
Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,
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