For children 2

Mushflower, elderflower
By Andras Ferenc Kovacs ( Translated by Peter Szabo)


Blind-nettle’s hair begins to grow,
Mushflower among elderflower,
Leafy time’s bringing chattering
Blackbirds on pasture together.

Branch moves, buzzes the air,
In the green the morning wakes,
Field, pasture, light meadow
Revive with the grasshoppers.

Light takes wing, grass quivers,
Brisky cricket chirping a song,
Mushflower, elderflower,
Nettle’s hair begins to grow.





On the edge of a morning star

By Andras Ferenc Kovacs ( Translation by Peter Szabo)


On the edge of a morning star
the morning we’re waiting, you and I:
our house’s the dewy light
down deep wobbled our legs at night.

On the edge of a midnight star,
We watch the evening you and I,
Our house’s a gliding light,
Our legs shivered in the deep all night.

Light falling on Earth: you and I.
Light dying into the night: you and I.
Throbbing is our barge of sigh,
Silence stridulate where we are.



Berry Larry
( by Andras Ferenc Kovacs )

Berry Larry on wall I dangle,
I have noses as big triangle,
Trouser legs, drooped hat,
I never rarely smell with that.
I smile as a mottled joke,
Strawberry-face, I provoke…
I glow red as a mulberry grain,
I perform on sad nail again, again,
‘cause since my head’s grown out,
With it I sense the time, no doubt.
Rather I dangle by myself, I ain’t a star,
I can always see how things are:
All my eyes are like coat-buttons,
There is, thus, a lot of problems!
A smile a lot of Julie, Fanny:
Sleeping, playing, bowling, running!
I watch Fanny and Annabelle,
Only Kristy is not visible,
Though she lives in Geneva, far,
For sure she thinks me anytime.

Berry Larry gangy- bangy,
In running out light I dangle happy!
I marvel how things go on,
My shade swings all my bone,
Rocks me time by time, ruffles
Maybe, I dangle under as a bubble,
Clings on my heart a piece of thread,
My mood is happy, I am quite glad.
You is clown : child’s dream, funny, merry,
You turn red as a grain of raspberry.

Berry Larry hang an a nail I,
More things are between earth and sky!
You must be here in joy already:
First rags first, like this it should be.