A keresés eredménye

On the Branches of the Willows

And how could we have sung
with the foreign foot on our heart,
among the dead abandoned in the squares
on the grass set hard with ice, at the lamb-like
cry of children, at the black howl
of the mother advancing on her son
crucified on the telegraph pole?
On the branches of the willows, as a vow,
our poets’ lyres were hanging,
swinging just a little in the dismal wind.
 

and it dusks of a sudden

Versions: #3
Each one stands alone on the soul of the earth , pierced by a ray of sunlight
and it dusks of a sudden.