Summer 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 3/4 Poetry |

Anabasis

Translated from Hungarian by Paul Sohar I've lost my confidence in books and one unmated black leather glove—whoever finds them can reach me at 3400 kolozsvár hátszeg street bldg G staircase A floor IV apt 20 lászlókiraly father's name lászló mother's name irma eyes brown born in 1943 my right ear is hard of hearing the left is better my two sons are slowly growing out of childhood I don't envy them as I point a sad pencil at them—that's how we live and from the kitchen comes the hissing of the pressure cooker it's time to eat something this is the prime of my life and I could not arrange for better news even though I have to compose this ad for every major newspaper in the world the morning mirrors are aging fast and I'm beginning to worry about losing this and that and other things

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