Light within the Shade: Eight Hundred Years of Hungarian Poetry

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You

82 | Light within the Shade Thank You, Thank You, Thank You Dazzling in my ears is the roar of the sun, Sweet in my mouth the savor of your name, Loud in my eyes your holy thunder, Lord of light, lord of sweetness, lord of wonder: Last night my soiled soul confessed everything— You were always there, everything in everything, There in my joyful following of the scent, There in the tender rush of lovemaking, There in my watchings, my sharp sad intent: And now thank you for simply being there, There where instinct said my life must be, Where the altars fall down and rise again. I thank you for the bed made up for me, Thank you for that first great sob of pain, Thank you for my mother’s broken heart, Thank you for my youth and for my sin, Thank you for faith, thank you for doubt, Thank you for the kiss, and for the sickness that came, Thank you that I owe nobody anything, Only you, to whom I owe everything. Dazzling in my ears is the roar of the sun, Sweet in my mouth the savor of your name, Loud in my eyes your holy thunder, Lord of light, lord of sweetness, lord of wonder. My soul is light now that has confessed and seen That you were the kiss, the anguish, the life-breath And thank you at last that you shall be my death. 1911 ...