Still Radnóti

Miklós Radnóti - Hesitant Ode

How long I have been preparing to tell you
about the hidden constellation of my love,
if only in a picture, and only its essence.
But you are overflowing in me like life,
and sometimes so stable and everlasting,
like a fossilized snail shell in a stone.
The night streaked by the moon shifts above my head
and is hunting for small, rustling dreams.
And I still cannot tell you what it means to me when I work
and I feel your protective glance on my hands.
Similes worth nothing. They surface and I cast them away.
And tomorrow I start the whole thing again,
because I only worth as much as the words within my poem,
and it exites me until nothing is left of me
just some bones and some locks of hair.
You are tired, and I also feel: the day was long -
what else can I say? The objects glance at each other
and praise you, a half cube of sugar sings
on the table. A drop of honey is falling,
and like a pure golden ball shines on the tablecloth,
and an empty waterglass is echoing by itself.
It is happy because it lives with you. And maybe I will still have the time
to tell you how it is when it waits for your arrival.
The falling darkness of dream lightly touches you,
flies away, then returns to your brow,
your sleepy eyes cast a last farewell towards me,
your hair is coming untied, ripples and sprawls out,
and then you fall asleep. The long shadow of your long lashes is flapping.
Your hand falls on my pillow. A twig of birch falling asleep,
but I sleep within you also, you are not a different world.
And I can hear how the mysterious, thin, wise lines
change in your cool palm.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ_DF07JNzQ

On a stormy Sunday morning

Miklós Radnóti - Enchantment

I am sitting in the light
with blinking eyes
a rosetree is leaping
over a hedgegrow
the light is leaping also
as the clouds grow
lightning flashes
and thunder answers back
and clashes with thunder
high up in the sky
the blueness of the lakes
is whithering
and their water
is rising
come into the house
take off your clothes
it is already raining outside
raining outside
take off your shirt
let the rain wash
our hearts together.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcPmokVbz3A (by Szabó Balázs Bandája)