My Grandmother

a verse translation

artist: Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka

a poem by Lőrinc Szabó, translation by Joe Váradi

My Grandmother

Strict, ironfisted churchly widow
was my fraternal grandmother.
“Scram!” — she sent me off to the corner,
eyes lashing me like no other.




poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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Joe Váradi

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Editor of No Crime in Rhymin' and Language Lab | ..."come for the sarcasm, stay for my soft side"

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