Yesterday at the above mention place somebody did not believe in love.Strange?
Can it be described what we do believe in?
One trial here, the other tomorrow if I don't forget it ...
WITHOUT KNOCKING
If I become attached to you
you can come in my room without knocking,
but, please, think it over,
I put you to my pailliasse, the rustling straw is sighing with dust.
I bring you fresh water in the carofe,
I wipe your shoes before you leave,
nobody will disturb us here,
stooping you can patch our clothes in peace.
Silence is deep, I speak to you.
If you are tired I give you my sole chair,
In the warm room you can take off your tie your collar.
If you are hungry you will get clean paper for a plate, if I happen to have something else;
But then, please, leave me some food because I am also always hungry.
If I become attached to you,
you can come in my room without knocking;
but, please, think it over,
It would hurt me if after that you didn't come for a long time.
József Attila: Kopogtatás nélkül, 1926 April.
Translated by L. Fórizs, July 18,1991
1 comment:
This is what your your question reminded me of:
"At night I will protect you in your dreams
I will be your angel
You worry so much about not having enough time together
It makes no difference to me
I would be happy with just one minute in your arms
Let's have an extended play together
You're telling me that we live too far to love each other
But your love can stretch further than you and I can see
So how does it make you feel?
Well, I really think you should quit smoking"
(Air, 10 000 Hz legend)
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