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Housman, A. E.: Last Poems (XXXV)

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Last Poems (XXXV) (English)

When first my way to fair I took

  Few pence in purse had I,

And long I used to stand and look

  At things I could not buy.


Now times are altered: if I care

  To buy a thing, I can;

The pence are here and here's the fair,

  But where's the lost young man?


--- To think that two and two are four

  And neither five nor three

The heart of man has long been sore

  And long 'tis like to be.

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Vásáron (Hungarian)

Hogy először vásáron, a

pénzem kevéske volt,

s hiába kínálta csoda-

szép áruit a bolt.


Most más idő jár: amikor

akarok, vehetek;

itt a pénz, itt a bolt, de hol

az az eltünt gyerek?


– Hogy kétszer kettő négy s nem öt

s nem három, a tudat

már sok-sok szívet átütött

és átüt még sokat.

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