[Albin valamiert nem tudta kuldeni, ezert kuldom en.]
upon my thirty-second year - To end my thirty-second year
what a surprise, this poem here I wrote myself a souvenir
knicky a prize
a little gift with which I say, A quick impromtu memoir
lurking alone in this café: saluting on this coffee-bar
happy my birth
happy. on earth.
Thirty-two years just blew away, Thirty-two years...Without a doubt
I ever made ten doits a day: what Hungary has doled me out
hungry was not
Hungary. a lot.
A pedagogue I might have been, I could have been a teacher, but
not this pen-pushing might-have-benn, I wear my pencils to the butt
saddie for just
laddie. a crust,
But no; Herr College Chancellor for I was sent down from Szeged
Showed me the outside of the door: by the provost, that egg-headed
moctor old so
Doktor. and so,
It was a sharp shock for sure who picked on my "With a Pure Heart".
my "father" poem got its cure; To save the nation from my art
his word he barred
and sword, the bard
that saved the fatherland from me, and drew his sword against my kind.
evoked my spirit and set free His words deserve to be enshrined
its name to shame
and flame. his name:
"As long as I have any say "Until I do give up the ghost
you'll not teach here a single day" - don't dream of any teaching post" -
bibble- I quote
If Mr. Antal Horger's pleased But I don't care if I am banned
our poet's grammar-study ceased - from Prof. A.Horger's graduand
follies - crammer.
no high school, but a nation, I, I'll teach my nation, one and all
although he like not, by and by much greater things than what you call
shall teach college
shall teach. knowledge.
Hunter -[HE 1.15beta8+1;]-
"Minden jo, ha jo a vege. Es jo az eleje, na meg a kozepe."
latom, ez a megoldas nem mukodik, unix alatt pedig
nincs kedvem ujra bepotyogni a verseket, akkor marad
az a megoldas, hogy elkuldom valakinek txt-bn, aki
Kerdes persze a sorlimit.
Nalam kimaradt a nyelv 309-es szama, mi tortent?