Category: VOLUME IV, No. 6

THE TREE THAT REACHED THE SKY – A HUNGARIAN FOLK TALE

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, far beyond the end of the world, I saddled a nag, leapt upon her back and rode into the forest. I ate well, I drank well, and I put the nag under my head for a pillow. All of a sudden

TWO POEMS

Translated from the Hungarian by Clive Wilmer and George Gömöri NOCTURNE Blue-black, the night sky. Bushes stand guard at the roadside. The trees’ chained shadows bay like far-off dogs. Life sparkles on the world’s big blooms like jewelled wine. Gaunt angels glide; with a sponge they dry it up. In