In memory of the 1956 Hungarian Freedom Fighter

He was white like the milky fog,
worn like the October trees,
and buried his pallid forehead
in the damp fallen leaves

Words at the edge of his lips
trickled out, and scattered
as scarlet flowers in the grass...
Walls, caved-in and shattered,

on his brown fingers came to rest,
his eyes held sky-pieces,
a country silently weeping
clutched his spent arteries.

(1961 október 19)

translated to English by Laszlo Fulop Oct. 1999