Ildiko Guba Poems

Sorrowful, when the barbarous soberings smite into the Heart's ways. The Heart's got frightened and shrivels. It doesn't dare to be disengaged any more, locked into stocks. Mights, for perishing there at all.

Though, how a mighty miracle is the Heart! It is the only contact point between the Time and Eternity. The body moulders, the senses simmer down, but the Heart, if it has treasure hidden in, already undestroyable! The Eternal Spirit itself puts His stream into it and makes glittering inside untill the fated time.
Thence spring all that we can be carriers of the deiform existence. This is the greatest recognition at that very moment it affects us to receive.
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While the Ugly Pride of the Past
fallen down one Being Frightened,
he cried slowly from the torment
and his crushed heart cracked at all
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in a storm
as searching for my soul's peace from a thousandhued stormlair
I walked on foot
squeezing olivebranch among the slowly falling stars
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Up with the heart, Great Magician,
sith to the Moon there's the round!
And for wearing period dresses
they invite me bacchanals
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My matutinal flower with your unbridled mood,
I asked from the skies you to be my pair
One after the other waste meadows besides us,
mutetowered nights being plegnant with fogyoke
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