Roland Orcsik Poems
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Roland Orcsik is born in Becse (Voivodina, Serbia) in 1975. Since ’92 he lives in Szeged (Hungary). In 2002 he finished his studys (Hungarian language and literaure), after which he started his PhD-studys (comparative literature). He works at the University of Szeged Institute of Slavonic Studies. Writes poetry, essays, critiques and translates from Ex-Yugoslavian languages into Hungarian. So far ... more »
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A Bulb in the Sludge
I sat on a trunk
close to the flow of Tisza.
The brownish green
river carried sediment.
A bulb got stuck
in branches on the bank.
Through the slim fissures
on the glass sandy water leaked in.
The one-time bringer of artificial
light was cast out in the wild.
It looked as if it was looking
for its roots within the Tisza
underworld sunk into sludge,
ready to dissolve -
unable to decay.
Translated by Zoltán Lengyel