by Kinga Fabó
While in action you don’t disturb
me a bit. Just go to bed and sleep.
You’re being so vulgar, hon. And like
snow: soft and sneaky.
Admitted: thirty minutes sentiments, inane
silence, claptrap. Shot. Ladies,
in my ping-pong heart the game is
at rest. Some other time. Perhaps.
(Translated by N. Ullrich Katalin)
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Published Hungarian poet, linguist, essayist, author of several books of poetry:, http://www.szepiroktarsasaga.hu/kinga
Last updated June 03, 2014