ONE FINE DAY -by János Pilinszky

ONE FINE DAY

-by János Pilinszky (1921-1981)


Always I have searched
for the mislaid tin spoon,
the bric-à-brac landscapes
of wretchedness,
hoping that one fine day
tears overcome me, and
I'm gently taken back
by our home's old yard,
it's ivy silence,
whisper.
Always, always I
have longed for home.

- János Pilinszky (1921-1981)

- translated from the Hungarian of János Pilinszky by Peter Jay