Roland Orcsik Poems

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A documentary about Csontváry:
beginning-of-century photos, reproductions,
developing Budapest, frayed fallows.
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I sat on a trunk
close to the flow of Tisza.
The brownish green
river carried sediment.
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C sharp minor enters the chambers
of the ear like a coffin en-
ters the food chain of the earth
grass grows in its trace as hair
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After each performance Mahler
used to sip two glasses of
Pilsner (no more no less)
with his chaps at Pri Roži Inn.
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The Adagietto slowly stirs
permeating the Viennese Fall;
in its trace, we wade through leaves;
fading time won't hinder us.
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I rode my bike when
the kind, large-sized postman
shouted after me and
drew letters of Mahler from his bag.
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Travel nowhere.
I'd mew myself up and down Paris all the same
like I do here still in the heart of my room.
Now, shall I leave the cosy
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I wanna be your dog

Through the prolonged afternoon
the tiresome bus trundles along;
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