From Library Journal
Csoori, Hungary's premiere postwar poet, works in the tradition of Fate-literature . According to Roberts's introduction to this thoughtful collection, this tradition summons native poets as conscientious spokespersons of turmoil, specifically of the Hungarian plight. This book culls Csoori's poems in reverse chronological order, offering three sections: 1982 to present, 1973 to 1982, and 1962 to 1973. Predictably, the first section starkly shows the ravages of war, Communism, and depersonalization. The earlier two sections are perforce more subtle in their existential rumination and celebration of folk and national heritage. But through all the dilemma, there is ultimate resolve: "I think of those who may be destroyed, who are not shielded by a dream." Highly recommended.
- Kenneth Mintz, Hoboken P.L., N.J.Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.
Review
After All
Aiming Orb
Apparition
Barbarous Prayer
Belated Demonstration In A French Mining Town
Cantata Profana
Confession To The City
Darkly From The Darkness
A Dawn Story
Day By Day
The Day Has Passed (elmlut A Nap)
Dozing On The Train
A Drop Of Blood On The Ground
Esztergom Summer
European Summer
Everyday History
Eyes
Farewell To Finland
For The Seventh Day
A Friend's Pleading Words To A Second Person
Green Twig In My Hand
Hide The Miracle
I Believed Then
I Go Near You To Die
I Have To Look Long
I Saw Your Face
I Smear Mud On My Face
I Would Let You Go, Call You Back
It Is Only Myself I Haven't Seen
It Will Remain My Living Memory
Let The Timbrel Rattle
Light-blindness
The Long Winter's Psalm
Maple Leaf
May Beetles
Memories Of November
Message
My Masters
My Winter Kingdom
Night Journey I Germany
No Kin Of Yours, Just A Friend
Nobody's Land
The Nook Was Fine For Me
October Tirades
On The Third Day The Snow Began To Fall
People, Boughs
Perhaps A Bullet
The Poppy Clatters At Night
Postponed Nightmare
Postponement
Prophecy
Prophesying About Your Time
Psalm In The Forest
Question To Carriers Of The Dead
Sea Gull-line
She Wanted To Say Something More
Sky, Earth, Brass Doorhandle
The Smile Of My Exile
The Snow Is Storming
So It Should Not Be Dark
Somebody Consoles Me With A Poem
The Stranger
Summer, With Halo
Sunshine And The Black, Night Bramble
A Thin, Black Band
This Day
This May Be Summer Already
We Were Good, Good And Obedient
What Do You Envy Me
When I Touch You
The Wind With Its Nerves
Winter's Voice Has Softened
The Wood Embers Cast Light Upon The Snow Outside
You Enter The Moment
You're Rising And Vanishing
You, Hungry For The Sun
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