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translations of work by
 Attila József (1905-1937)
done with my father,
Gabor J. Kalman



Opening


Lidi's young brother here,
Khan Batu's Budapest relative,
who lived on bread for years
and never owned a royal-blue eiderdown,
for whose poems death
simmers beans in a wooden pot—
hey bourgeois! hey proletarian!—
I, Attila József, am here!



























© 2009, Ron A. Kalman
This poem first appeared in Exquisite Corpse.