The Telephone (English)
One afternoon of wind and sun I heard from on my pierced throne Above the tumult of the trees The screaming of the telephone.
And though love's bitter-sweet had all Come back I neither thought nor made A slightest motion; till the long Enquiring scream went still and dead. Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Publisher | Published by True Books (5 Kensington Church Walk London, W8), Printed by Villers Publications Ltd. (Ingestre Road, London, NW5) |
Source of the quotation | A Dozen Short Poems by D.M.Black |
Bookpage (from–to) | 11-11 |
Publication date | 1968 |
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A telefon (Hungarian)
Egy szellős-napos délután Megrezdült alattam a trón, Mert a fák zajgása fölött Felvisított a telefon.
S bár visszatért a fájva-jó Szerelem, nem moccantam ott, Míg az a faggató sikoltás El nem halkult és hallgatott.
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