by
Sandor Csoori
Translated
with an Introduction by Len Roberts
A
Lannan Translations Series Selection
These
poems, written between 1985 and 1994, record what Sandor Csoori
has called "the chronice memory of violence," namely
the horrors of World War II and the repressions of the ensuing
forty-five year Communist occupation. Several of the poems
written after 1989, the year Communism collapsed in Hungary, cast
a cold eye on the state of Hungary as a free nation. Sandor
Csoori, one of Hungary's most prominent and outspoken poets, is
the author of sixteen books of poetry, six books of essays, two
novels, and several film scripts.
August
Evening
See,
a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky,
as
if my mother swept it off
the
supper crumbs from the table at home.
Her
apron, slipping now and then, smells of parsley
and chives—
The
sweet scent of her long-gone garden
sending me to sleep beside you tonight again.
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