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Thomas, R. S.: A kiáltás (The Cry in Hungarian)

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The Cry (English)

Don’t think it was all hate

That grew there; love grew there, too,

Climbing by small tendrils where

The warmth fell from the eyes’ blue


Flame. Don’t think even the dirt

And the brute ugliness reigned

Unchallenged. Among the fields

Sometimes the spirit, enchained


So long by the gross flesh, raised

Suddenly there its wild note of praise.

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A kiáltás (Hungarian)

Nemcsak gyűlölet sarjadt;

Nőtt még a szeretet,

Kacsokkal kapaszkodva,

Mfg kihűlt a szemek


Kék lángja. Ne hidd: merőn

Trónolt szenny s durvaság.

A pöffeteg hús rabja,

A szellem is talált


Utat, felütve szép

Magasztos vad jelét.

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Source of the quotationGy. E.