this is my favorite poem by hungarian poet, györgy petri...
LOVERS
a bee dying on a split
plum's honey flesh.
together
stewing, rotting,
going gold and black,
in the abandoned garden.
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1 comment:
Wow.. what a surprise! György Petri was indeed one of the "masters" of latest Hungarian poetry. I'm so glad you know about him. And you have such a wide knowledge of poetry! Envy it really much. - I looked up the poem's original, it is truly a fine one. What translation do you have? Do you have other poems from him? :) Well.. i just can't help loving this blog. regards from kadosa from Hungary
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