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)

For R.

Psalms of Devotion by Miklós Radnóti

1
Honey, why do I even play with witching,
ornate words when I am more
sorrowful than a willow, prouder than a pine,
and fairer than Sunday morning.

When in the autumn, when the sunlight
glitters pale I worship you with simple
words and I love you
as only a willow can love the languid river.

Twilights bring colorful vestments so that
I can pray to you with sad, simple words
that are born inside of me
and there is nothing left after them.

I am more sorrowful than a weeping-willow,
and I love you with pretty words all the same,
although you are lovelier than a daisy
and simpler than simple.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc_OtRN9juE