Monday, August 17, 2009

Van Gogh's Prayer by Janos Pillinszky

A battle lost in the cornfields
and in the sky a victory.
Birds, the sun and birds again.
By night what will be left of me?

By night, only a row of lamps,
a wall of yellow clay that shines,
and down the garden through the trees,
like candles in a row, the panes;

there I dwelt once and dwell no longer-
I can't live where I once lived, though
the roof there used to cover me.
Lord, you covered me long ago.

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