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Written by Attila Balazs

     Translated from Hungarian by Elizabeth Csicsery-Rónay

Narrated by Bill Wolak


sit down here on the bed

I gaze at you in silence

I discover you anew

stay next to me


don’t rush off, sit down

the swallows are wintering already

not even the clouds rest

on the top of the hill


stay next to me

until I collect myself

with trembling hands

this is a puzzle with ghosts


I’m not afraid of myself

the days are scattered cards

I search for you on the map of your face

hold my hand until I die!



Attila F. Balázs was born in Târgu Mureș, Romania.  He is a poet, writer, translator, editor, and publisher. Although born in Romania, he writes his poetry in Hungarian.
Elizabeth Csicsery-Ronay is a writer, poet, translator, editor. She studied philosophy at George Washington University, then modern languages at the Sorbonne, Paris.





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