Monday, 17 December 2012

In two languages - George Gömöri

Daily I switch languages - call them masks:
At times a mask can feel like your own skin.
At other times, the spirit has to struggle,
Saved only by the tongue it calls its own.

The mysteries of life, of the universe,
I can describe in English now, although
In my mother tongue alone I can stammer out
The words that compose the sunset, make it glow.

George Gömöri (20th century) Hungary
Translated by Clive Wilmer

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