No field of victory, nor servile rope,
but a soft bed will be my end, I hope.
When, come what may, the inventory's done,
I died of life - I'm not the only one.
translated by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth, Frederick Turner
Attila JózsefHungarian poet 11 April 1905 — 3 December 1937 |
Inventory Closed (poem) |
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