The Eighth Tribe, 1976 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1976-10-01 / 10. szám
October Twenty-third The earth is in pain and the walls lie down and the earth is a blue trumpet of victory, because from the stone of the deep moist prison man is born again under the sun’s glory. Our wrinkled bodies grow supple with new sense, our drained faces burn in the sunlight, our fainting steps march every way at once, our freedom grins in our hands like a birthright. Our hearts rise out of darkness, opening, the purple flower clambers out of the earth, out of dark slavery our light is ripening, weaponless, the conquerors come forth. Budapest, October 23, 1956 — Trans Idled from German by Hayden and Rose Mane Carruth TIBOR TOLLAS
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