Attila József (1905-1937) is one of the most important Hungarian poets of the 20th century.
The Seventh by Attila József
If you set foot on this earth,
you must go through seven births.
Once, in a house that's burning,
once, among ice floes churning,
once, amidst madmen raving,
once, in a field of wheat swaying,
once, in a cloister, bells ringing,
once, in a pigsty a-squealing.
Six babes crying, not enough, son.
Let yourself be the seventh one.
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
"The Seventh" by Attila Jozsef
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