Light within the Shade: Eight Hundred Years of Hungarian Poetry

Remembering Our Song

222 | Light within the Shade Remembering Our Song Leaf-litter, chapel, far-off hill, A windswept melancholy day. The past cannot be past until The past must first have passed away. To find it one must wait, a thing Mummified, wrapped against decay, Four or five months until the spring— * Four or five years won’t bring it on For you’re not here and I am gone Both of us here and now, I’d find That such huge light would strike me blind. Lucky the sun’s begun to set Upon the water darkens yet— No more No where Never again That windswept melancholy rain. 1982–1985 ...