28 2 / 2013
József Attila - With a pure heart
Without father without mother
without God or homeland either
withour crib or coffin-cover
without kisses or a loverfor the third day - without fussing
I have eaten next to nothing.
My store of power ere my years
I sell all my twenty years.Perhaps, if no one else will
the buyer will be the devil.
With a pure heart - that’s a job:
I may kill and I shall rob.They’ll catch me, hang me high
in blessed earth I shall lie,
and poisonous grass will start
to grow on my beautiful heart.
10 1 / 2013
