How maimed is the Moon tonight,
and the darkness what mute desert,
What sadness squats on the present,
How maimed is the Moon tonight.
All the Completes ‘ve been shattered,
Flickers just the flames’ descendents,
Every love is now in fragments,
All the Completes ‘ve been shattered.
A poor wain tears me away,
Lingering wail sense disclaimner,
Half deep silence and half clamor,
A poor wain tears me away.
Ady Endre – Kocsi-út az éjszakában
fear of death
salesman of all time
of nonsense
The boiler blew up at the Stephensons.
He then built them outside – and better ones.
He scared all the crickets,
and collected tickets –
his engine weighed more than his seven sons.
Várkonyi Miklós eredeti ötlete nyomán
wish I had pants – with a fly –
or wings, then fly to the sky,
if I was a king,
princess’ magi-thing…
okay… just catch me a fly
ma a szív szava, vágya vezet.
hol a szárnyam? eget s hegyeket!
üde csók, ami jár
s leszek újra király…
de előbb ide még e legyet!
once there was a bloke called Dreyfus –
with just two feet, kein Dreifuss –
he lived happily
married Emily
then life sent loves with a typhus
Dezsőt elütötte a síbusz
s dadogta, szuper-la-la-tívusz
bo-bo-boldogan élt
ki se tudta nevét
amig el-te-temette a tífusz
give me a kiss, one you’ll never miss, my eye-appetizer
give me a hug, I’m not givin’ up, don’t tell me ‘be wiser’
young, silly wind, don’t blow her away now, I’d never find her
send me a glance that gives me a chance, and I’ll be the fighter
addsza a csókot, s röppen a bókod, szem-süteményem
ölbe ha kapnál, mennybe ragadnál, kis tünemény, el
szél, ne lapozd el a könyvem s arcot az őszi regényben
harcolok én, ha szemed tüze kér, de ne játssz a reménnyel
in the rear-view life is terse
moment’s love to brood about
one day at a time traverse
time is but a roundabout
my part in the universe
toothpick, not the center beam
just forget my puny verse
one day I’ll have never been
Várkonyi Miklós eredeti ötlete nyomán
