LEVENTE SZENTE B.
LOST MOVEMENTS
For this evening
the stars come in
through the windows
between you and me
the bed of desires and dreams
amidst the book
as a crucifix
around – between
Instead of them
our names are burning
golden-brown
fire-black
grown already
to a gentle beast
green medows
teeth of hackly mountain-tops
tear them
later
a man missing his dreams
sinks into himself
falls on evil days of
the forgotten or lost movements
his soul sinks into darkness
from where how to come back
who knows
if you don’t stretch out your hands
wether is possible
what can be cleaner
your lips or your kiss
with your embrace
how many times think you over this
IN THE MUTE WALL
thousands
of talkative stones
live
in every
mute wall
we say
in one of the stones
are dark demons
in the other one
angels with radiant faces
we are
the mortar
joining
the stones
MANY TIMES
Many times I feared to write poems
to disturb, evoke the Great Spirit
to drive like the sheep
the letters among strangers
I’m afraid again
to speak about the ancient
To reveal what is hidden in tales
TRANSLATED BY ISTVAN DABI
LEVENTE SZENTE B
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