Ki-be ugrál <br /> <br /> <br />My eyes jump in and out, I'm mad again. <br />When I'm like this, don't hurt me. Hold me tight. <br />When all I am goes crosseyed in my brain, <br /> <br />don't show your fist to me: my broken sight <br />would never recognize it anyway. <br />Don't jerk me, sweet, off the void edge of the night. <br /> <br />Think: I have nothing left to give away, <br />no one to have and hold. What I called 'me' <br />is nothing too. I gnaw its crumbs today, <br /> <br />and when this poem is done it will not be. . . <br />As space is by a searchlight, I am pierced through <br />by naked sight: what sin is this they see <br /> <br />who answer not, no matter what I do, <br />they who by law should love, be claimed by me. <br />Do not believe this sin you can't construe, <br /> <br />till my grave-mould acquits and sets me free.<br /><br />Attila Jozsef<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-eyes-jump-in-and-out/
