Advantages to be a Hungarian (to be able to reada communist poem)

“ The glow of the world is my temperature.”



Sorrow ( a communist poem)


“ So, I’ve come out here to the forest.
Gentle flap. Leaves are swishing,
As leaflets. The silence of the earth as a nest

Is lying , it is heavy. Branches, reach out as arms:
All the power! …into my leafy hair
there are dry branches falling. The dry ones .

I was eroded only for a second.
Roar comrade forest, roar! I’m almost creaking.
I was eroded only for a second,


Only I was set on by a wild barker,
And here, as old lady the twigs,
The sorrow my strength can gather.

A teardrop, - an ant’ s drunk from it a bit,
Watches its face amused,
And now can’t work because of it.