Poems by Attila Jozsef
No Shriek Of Mine
... cling to the clean dim floors of the translucent springs, ...
Mama
... and the hung clothes would glow and billow ...
The Seventh
... one, who worked till he goes to pieces, ...
A Hetedik
... dongják körül, mint húst a légy! ...
Eagle: [Sas]
... The world's eyeball, transparent, ...
And So I've Found My Native Country...
... All through my life I've tried to weather ...
My Eyes Jump In And Out...
... . . As space is by a searchlight, I am pierced through ...
