Új Dunatáj, 2005 (10. évfolyam, 1-4. szám)
2005 / 1. szám - JÓZSEF ATTILA-VERSEK (ANGOL NYELVEN)-ZOLLMAN PÉTER FORDÍTÁSAI - A Dunánál
József Attila • Versek 21 I see what they’ve not seen, for they defended, embraced, dug, murdered, their living to ply, and they see now, in cold matter descended, what I can’t see when I’m to testify. We all relate, like blessed to the damn’d, mine is the past and theirs is the today We write poems — my pencil in their hand, I sense them and remember what to say. 3. Mother was Kún, Father was Székely, partly, and half, or maybe, pure Romanian. From Mother’s lips the food was sweet and hearty, from Father’s lips the truth was radiant. They embrace again when I am stirring. This fills my heart with deep melancholy — we are all mortal. It’s me, re-occurring. “Just wait, we’ll soon be gone!...” —They talk to me. They call, I know we are now one: this one-ness has made me strong, for I remember well, that I am every parent in the boundless succession from the primal lonely cell. I am the First, who splits, proliferating till I become my father and mother, then father splits and mother, procreating the multiplying me, and none other! I am the world — the ancient, endless story: clan fighting clan for creed or crazy greed. I march among the conquerors in glory, I suffer with the conquered in defeat.
