Új Dunatáj, 2005 (10. évfolyam, 1-4. szám)
2005 / 1. szám - JÓZSEF ATTILA-VERSEK (ANGOL NYELVEN)-ZOLLMAN PÉTER FORDÍTÁSAI - A Dunánál
József Attila • Versek 19 BYTHEDANUBE 1. I sat there on the quayside by the landing, a melon rind was drifting on the flow. I delved into my fate, now understanding: the surface chatters, and it’s calm below. As if my heart had been its very source, troubled, wise was the Danube, mighty force. Like muscles when you work and lift the axe, or harvest, hammer, excavate a grave, so did the water tighten, surge, relax with every little current, every wave. Like Mother, dandled, told a tale, caressed, laundered the dirt of all of Budapest. A drizzle started, moistening the morning but didn’t care much, so it stopped again. And yet, like someone who under an awning watches the rain — I gazed into the plain: As twilight, that may infinitely last, so grey was all that used to shine, the past. The Danube flowed. And like a tiny child plays on his fertile, dreamy mother’s knee, so cradled and embraced and gently smiled each playful wave, waving hullo to me. They shuddered on the flood of past events like tombstones, tumbling graveyard monuments. 2. For hundred thousand years I have been gazing and suddenly I see what’s there to see. A flash, and time is fully-grown, embracing what generations scan and show to me.
