...here one long hair needs to be pulled out and I am thirty-three what should we do you say it needs to be pulled out but how much longer are you going to love me I'm getting older like the garden, bit by bit nobody notices though not now while my head's lying in your lap the reed is flattened I have never caught time unawares before just when the leaves are changing colour your eyes too are sometimes brown sometimes when love reveals itself and I am washed up on the lake shore with a dark green wave...
Krisztina Tóth
From "Balaton"
2005
Translated by
Christopher Whyte
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