A Late Evening in May (Excerpt)
Translated by Joe Váradi
Aug 21, 2022
“Every scent, as if alive
found its voice and spoke to me,
I drank in their tales of
passion and love, heavenly;
through the railing pale as a ghost
a shrub stretched a slender limb
and as wine does a thirsty caraffe
its spirit filled me to the brim.”
Below is a link to a beautiful poem translated and shared by Joe Váradi:
