Monday, July 1, 2019

LEVENTE SZENTE B.



LEVENTE
SZENTE B.

SUPPRESSED THOUGHTS


they came
every day later
nobody
...........

There are
the died ones
............
Maybe
comes nobody

.......
nevertheless
I’m dressing up








Xxx

I grew around myself
Like the pure night
In the snake which enwound a tree


And I was born
From virgin women’s lap
Into your world

Like fear
In the thoughts
Of a tired god









Xxx

We don’t know ourselves
It’s the reason we hang names
On each--other

TRANSLATED BY ISTVÁN DABI

LEVENTE SZENTE B.


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