Extracts ( Attila Jozsef)

“ Last night I was walking home,
feeling, velvet rustle trembling,
in the airy, gentle heat, alone,
I saw the happy jasmines clapping,

my soul was a big, sleepy jungle,
homeless on the streets. I was hit
by what feeds my conscience, my tongue
and also what gives birth to it.”






“ A long time ago I’ve discovered,
I’m an amphibian as the frog is.
On the bottom of roaring sky-bed,
I’m lurking, this poem is my dead,
anxious soul’s bubble in the seas.”