Endre Ady Poems

We are the men who are always late,
we are the men who come from far away.
Our walk is always weary and sad,
we are the men who are always late.
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We hear the blind and aimless galloping
Of an errant rider from the days gome by:
The shackled souls of sunken forests moan
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Let break the charm that broke the hundredth time.
You are dismissed once more and for the very last
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I walk the forest in the moonlight
Whistle through my chattery teeth
Stalking behind me ten feet tall
Good Prince Silence
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Let break the charm that broke the hundredth time.
You are dismissed once more and for the very last
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He was a large-eyed, Hunnish youth,
smitten with many a fair mirage,
and with his herd he struck into
the famous Magyar Hortobágy.
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I walk on meadows run to weed,
on fields of burdock and mallow.
I know this rank and ancient ground -
this is the Magyar fallow.
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The express is hurtling at full speed,
the sun explodes into the sea,
my memories flash a millisecond,
and I bless you.
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I carve my defiant, raging pulse
In basalt rock on the Mount of Skulls,
My Christ, the poet I adored,
I sold you, Lord.
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Unatkozók s halálra-untak,
Bolondosan furcsák vagyunk,
Fájdalmasak és búcsuzók
S milyen furcsán nézzük magunkat
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