A keresés eredménye

Your Name

Your name — a little bird in hand,
Your name — a little icicle in hand.
Only a single mouth movement,
Your name — a flicker,
A small ball caught on the run,
A silver song a long time gone.
 
My joy, so big
By the grace of God, till the down,
Catches the dawn.
 
In the faint sound of the night run
Roars your name, like a song in ranks,
And I won’t call you by name,
Wan’t reach out in Your direction with my hands
Before the holiness of your vaxen forehead
Only from afar shall bow.
 
Your name, oh — is it allowed!
A kiss of the eyes, very guarded,
At the small, loudly beating heart...
Your name — a kiss into the snow carpets...
 
Dispassionate — behind my window, entirely in glow
Walking on the steps muffling snow,
Miraculous messenger od God,
Quiet brightness of my soul,
Standing under slowly falling snow,
I shall kneel in humble reverie
And in your most holy name
I shall kiss the evening snow.
 
In the place, through which haughtily
You came in a deadly silence,
Quiet brightness — messenger of God —
The undivided ruler of my soul.
 
I do not demand your soul
And no part of me will stand in your way.
The hand that seems transparent,
I will not wound with a new nail.
 
Spring, icy, azure streams...
With your name the sleep is deep...
 

Rebeca

I saw you the first time in my life
And my heart surreptitiously
Quietly whishpered: That's him!
I don't know why, you were a stranger after all
There are other boys in the town
I can remember you from there
You bought 'Ergo' in my little shop
Which is always full of noise
Everything got quiet, even me!
Saying 'adieu' you smiled at me
Oh I am so very sorry
I did not know you that day...
 
Oh my dreamt one
Oh my missed one
You don't know about it
That there's someone in a little town
Who is crying for you
That poor Rebecka
Is waiting in reverie
Until you alone come to her
And take her as your wife
Far away, to the gates of the palace
That rush that glow that miracle
I can imagine, my god!
There's crowd at the market square
And I'm wearing a white wedding dress...
Oh my dreamt one
Oh my missed one
Has anybody loved you like me?
But I am poor and it's my dream
I've been dreaming all my life
 
I can remember a day it was an afternoon
I was going to the well to wash up
Then you came by your car
She was sitting next to you
A wife or a girlfirend
I saw you as if through the fog
My hrad got dizzy
My health is very delicate
At the bottom of my heart I felt a squeeze
I fell down straight at your feet
Trying to revive me full of fright
'Are you ok?' - you asked me...
 
Oh my dreamt one
Oh my missed one
You don't know about it
That there's someone in a little town
Who is crying for you
That poor Rebecka
Is waiting in reverie
Until you alone come to her
And take her as your wife
Far away, to the gates of the palace
That rush that glow that miracle
I can imagine, my god!
There's crowd at the market square
And I'm wearing a white wedding dress...
Oh my dreamt one
Oh my missed one
Has anybody loved you like me?
But I am poor and it's my dream
I've been dreaming all my life
 

Solitude

Solitude is like pelting.
It appears from the sea to meet the gloaming

Strawflowers

I was in the orchard in the early spring:
Around children pink from running
Picked small primroses from under the snow
And caressed them, chatting happily,
That cupped in the snow it does grow...
 
In my mind I had a summer’s scorching quietude,
When in the July’s lush hours
Adolescent girls crazied by yearning,
Hidden in the flowery thicket, bustling with bees,
Push their parched lips to the bloodied roses...
 
Let’s tear the stiff, hissing strawflowers,
Let’s light a lantern on the tomb of the dead past:
On every tomb flicker yellow flamelets,
On every tomb rustle the strawflowers...
 
Do you remember the years of childhood? The dead past?...
Under the globe of old dresser stiff bouquets...
On the background of the frireplace a gray temple...a faded arm chair...
Let’s adorn with strawflowers the dead past!
 
And when the moths in the evening on the window beat,
And the heart tears the breast with its anxious beating -
Do you know what a small cricket plays in the fireplace at night?
Do you know that this life without you is not a living?
 

On a Bridge in Avignon

This poem is a vein of sunlight on a wall
Like a photograph of all springs.
I'll bring you canticles of rain -
Faded notes in the bell of heaven
Like water taking a breath of wind.
Unseen gentlemen are dancing
'On a bridge in Avignon'.
 
A green, old-fashioned playing
Like anaemic buds of silence.
Take a breath of a tree and then you'll hear
How a ray - a tone stretched tight,
How on the finest of wind's scales
Ladies' leafy gowns are dancing
'On a bridge in Avignon'.
 
In trees, in this frame of a green window
Across spectres of cities - a silvery gothic.
Fallow-and-golden birds are whirling
Like lutes that fled from hands.
In forests green - white does
Are fading away in an ever quieter dance.
The gentlemen dance and the ladies dance
'On a bridge in Avignon'.
The gentlemen dance and the ladies dance
'On a bridge in Avignon'.
The gentlemen dance and the ladies dance
'On a bridge in Avignon'.