resurrection from birds’ point of view
every face is a white mask
shadows
are not glued to the ground
the spring
hermetically separates winter
from summer
shoulders are the wings of birds
and those who wish to fly
must sow their bones
in the ground
road to cold
the whip-cold limbs
of the river
snatch our legs
press us to the stones of bridges
before
leaving us to the vortex
whirling in different languages
after the storm
the water presently renouncing god
makes the broken pieces of the bridges
its own
in the red-less colored rays of
light
Hungarian-American poet and translator Gabor G. Gyukics is the author of seven books of Hungarian, English, and Bulgarian poetry, as well as eleven works of translation, including A Transparent Lion, selected poetry of Attila József, and an anthology of North American Indigenous poets in Hungarian. His latest is a hermit has no plural (Singing Bone Press, 2015).
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