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Himmel
In unsere Hände ist er gelegt, in die jedes Einzelnen.
TM
1922
Tagebuchdoppelseite – 38cmx30,6cm – Text|Collage|Siebdruck
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„
The Seventh
If you set out in this world,
better be born seven times.
Once, in a house on fire,
once, in a freezing flood,
once, in a wild madhouse,
once, in a field of ripe wheat,
once, in an empty cloister,
and once among pigs in a sty.
Six babes crying, not enough:
you yourself must be the seventh.
When you must fight to survive,
let your enemy see seven.
One, away from work on Sunday,
one, starting his work Monday,
one, who teaches without payment,
one, who learned to swim by drowning,
one, who is the seed in the forest,
and one, whom wild forefathers protect,
but all their tricks are not enough:
you yourself must be the seventh.
…
And if all went as written,
you will die for seven men.
One, who is rocked and suckled,
one, who grabs a hard young breast,
one, who throws down empty dishes,
one, who helps the poor to win,
one, who works till he goes to pieces,
one, who just stares at the moon.
The world will be your tombstone:
you yourself must be the seventh.
“
Attila József
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