He lies who strove for high intent,
his own benumbed, unspeaking monument.
No tears can wake him now, no words, nor herbs or fungus,
who once upon a time dwelt here among us.
translated by George Szirtes
Dezső KosztolányiHungarian author, poet, translator, journalist 29 March 1885 — 3 November 1936 |
Funeral oration (poem) |
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