The Notebook Poem by jackilton peachum

(found on Radnoti's body)

For a long time now, I've dreamed of home I knew once
-she's waiting forme by a green hedgerow-
and do not imagine, dear, that I leave you without protest,

but, no, Iwon't arrive there when trees bear fruit,
down the familiar lane where pond's fat with fish
and bees drone lazy by the veranda in sunshine-

instead, in a bitter final hour, I offer you this notebook,
these poems pursued by worm, rotted by the grave,
and stained with the dire and awful drippings of the dead…