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Hungarian Poetry Folio

Translations by George Szirtes A Dream of Colored Inks By Dezső Kosztolányi Yellow is my favorite. How many letters…

Translated by Karen Gernant Not until dawn did the noise subside and all turned quiet. Tide fell asleep. He…

Behind the Discount City Pelucid, limpid, scarified in tinsel flitch, a drove of damsel flies roves the standing ditch glancing…

Writing Is Remembering But not remembering the past. It is remembering the future. How do you know a word…

“A dead hare appears, just like in a fairy tale…” —Joseph Beuys You might know me as Joseph Beuys’s…

1: Frame 22, 2007 Our clouded heads dissolve to cloud. Some boy— enthralled by giant birds—jigs and stomps in pools…

“Think well of distance” —Gertrude Stein I it’s hard to remember places you haven’t been pre-worlds flooded by their…

Translated by S. C. Delaney and Agnès Potier Slack waves cross the darkness. Like a very thin veil stretched…

Ethereal Meat Tossing crushed garlic into hand-churned butter melting in cast-iron pans, I caramelize buckets of wild mushrooms brought…