Translation | Hungarian

While drinking

a verse translation of a poem by Sándor Petőfi

Our Crime is Always Birth

Can we remember to live sacredly once more?

Graves of the Concubines

Rilke Translation

Much Madness

Wisdom of Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense — the starkest…

The Trouble with Flatlands

Pink skies. A touch of fuchsia. 
Shouldn’t all horizons
be stacked this way?
Shall I chase Heaney through…