Attila Jozsef Poems

No shriek of mine, it is the earth that thunders.
Beware, beware, Satan has gone insane;
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If you set out in this world,
better be born seven times.
Once, in a house on fire,
once, in a freezing flood,
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I am alone on these glittering crags.
A sinuous breeze
floats delicious, the infant summer's
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Adjonisten, Jézusunk, Jézusunk!
Három király mi vagyunk.
Lángos csillag állt felettünk,
gyalog jöttünk, mert siettünk,
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Slowly, musingly,

I am as one who comes to rest
by that sad, sandy, sodden shore
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Kívül-belôl
leselkedó halál elöl
(mint lukba megriadt egérke)
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On Mama now my thoughts have dawdled
all of a week. Clothes-basket cradled
creaked on her hip; she'd climb the stairway
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Harminckét éves lettem én --
meglepetés e költemény
csecse
becse:
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What will become of him, whoever
has got no handle to his hoe,
upon whose whiskers crumbs don't quiver,
who dawdles, gloomy, thrawn, and slow;
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And so I've found my native country,
that soil the gravedigger will frame,
where they who write the words above me
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