ISTVAN DABI
POEMS
XXX
If I were born
elsewhere
I’d think in
another way
I’d speak in
another language
But I’d feel in
the same way
xxx
A bird thought
it was a flower
it was a flower
and it stood in a
place
A flower thought
it was a bird
and it wanted to
fly
they didn’t know
yet
their life would
be suffering
if they live in an
different way
than their
families and friends
xxx
when a day is
ending
another is
beginning
After the old year
a new one comes
Where a river ends
a sea begins
each end is
followed
by a beginning
can the death be
an end
without a new
beginning?
XXX
thousands write
poems
probably hundreds
are poets
but where is the
POET?
xxx
once everybody
arrives late on the station
and sees only the
last wagon
with the person
whom he could love
who would be worthy
of his love
ISTVAN
DABI
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