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SANDOR CSOORI


Poems found: 82

POSTPONED NIGHTMARE

A FRIEND'S PLEADING WORDS TO ANOTHER

MORNING AWAKENING

THE PRINT OF YOUR HAND

BECAUSE THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THERE WERE NO DAYS AT ALL

SNOW IS STORMING

WHERE ARE MY BETTERS WHO FELL BEHIND?

YOU LOOK AT ME AS AT

CONFESSION OF LOVE TO BUDAPEST

DROP OF BLOOD ON THE GROUND

GLOBE-TROTTING SHUDDER

HOARFROST WREATH ON THE GRAVE

HOBO'S ELEGY

LATE DEMONSTRATION IN A FRENCH MINING TOWN

PORTRAIT OF THE POET ASZLO NAGY

SECRET ASSIGNMENT

AGUE

ALL TIME

AS IF I WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE

AT HOME, IN THE NIGHT

AT THE BANK OF THE TISZA

AUGUST EVENING

COURTYARD AT HOME, BEFORE AUTUMN

DIALOGUE IN THE MIRROR

DIARY, EARLY FALL OF 1982

EPILOGUE OF THE DEAD MAN

ETCHING OF A SMALL TOWN

EVERYDAY HISTORY

EVERYTHING I HAD

FLEEING SOLDIER, 1944

GLOWING EMBERS ILLUMINATE THE SNOW

HEAD BOWED

HERMIT SUMMER

HOLY AND WICKED TIME

I DON'T DENY IT: MY EYES ARE DARKER

I SHALL GO, I'M GOING

I SURRENDER MYSELF

I WANT TO ARRANGE

I WANTED TO ARRANGE

I WILL BEAR YOUR SLOW PURIFICATION

I'D RATHER STAY AT HOME

I, TOO, MIGHT HAVE BEEN

IF YOU WERE GOD'S RELATIVE

IN A SICKBED

IN FRONT OF SPOTLIGHTS AND POLICE FISTS

IN THE ROOT CELLAR

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT - MAY

LATE WINTER MORNING

MAY THE WATER KEEP VIGIL WITH ME

MEMORIES OF NOVEMBER

MEMORY OF SNOW

MIDNIGHT

MY BEAST

MY MASTERS

NOT EVEN POETS

POEM FOR TWO WOMEN AT THE SAME TIME

POEM, TO DIOGENES

REMEMBERING NOVEMBER 1956

RINGING IN THE EAR

SEASONS AT ODDS WITH THEMSELVES

SO YOU WON'T BE A WITNESS TODAY EITHER

SULKY ODE TO THE POMPEI SOLDIER

SUMMER AND HALO

SUNDAY STILL LIFE - WITH TABLE, WITH KNIFE

CITIZEN OF THE GARDEN

DAY AFTER EASTER

ELEGY OF EYES LEFT WITHOUT MAKEUP: LETTER TO ANDREW MORTON . . .

FIRST MONENTS OF RESURRECTION

IMPRINT OF FERNS, CRISSCROSSED WITH BRANCHES AND TWIGS

MAN LEAVES HIS HOUSE

MEMORY OF AN ERA

SMELL OF CHILLED DUST IN MY NOSTRILS

WAIT

WORLD'S MONUMENTS

THERE ARE ONLY DAYS

THIS DAY

TO REMEMBER MYSELF

WANDERING IN A FORMER PARTY OFFICE BUILDING

WIDOWS DANCED

WINTER NIGHT

YOU MAKE A POOR SKY DWELLER

YOU'D BE A BAD RESIDENT OF HEAVEN



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