HAPPINESS
I ASKED the professors who
teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who
boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile
as though I was trying
to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon
I wandered out
along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians
under the trees with their women
and children and a keg of beer
and an accordion.
My favorite poemsPoems are important to me. They help to express those thoughts, feelings that I can not formulate. They also help me to relax. I am going to post more. Mihály Vörösmarty: The Ancient Gypsy
Friedrich von Schiller: The Pilgrim
Endre Ady: On Elijah's chariot
Sometimes I have the urge to try writing some poems. They have been shown only to very few friends. I tend to be shy. So I do not really understand why I started to make them public. Sorry, only for Martians: no translation available as of yet. (Physicist Enrico Fermi, said to be a believer of extra-terrestrial life, raised the question where the Martians are. The Hungarian physicist Leo Szilard responded: "They are among us, but they call themselves Hungarians." - Los Alamos, ~WWII) VallomásA vak kutató Pesti metamorfózis |