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Thomas, Dylan: This Bread I Break

Portre of Thomas, Dylan

This Bread I Break (English)

This bread I break was once the oat,

This wine upon a foreign tree

Plunged in its fruit;

Man in the day or wine at night

Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.


Once in this time wine the summer blood

Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,

Once in this bread

The oat was merry in the wind;

Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.


This flesh you break, this blood you let

Make desolation in the vein,

Were oat and grape

Born of the sensual root and sap;

My wine you drink, my bread you snap.

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E kenyér (Hungarian)

E kenyér volt egykor a zab,

E bor a távol vesszején

Leves gerezd;

Az ember nappal a kalászt,

Éjjel a fürtöt törte meg.


Egykor a szélben nyári vér

Feszített húst, a héj alatt

Virult a zab;

Zúzta az ember a napot

S leráncigálta a szelet.


E hús, mit törsz, e vér, mit tűrsz,

Hogy rombolja az ereket,

Fürt volt s kalász,

Mit érző nedv és törzs terem;

Borom fogyasztod s kenyerem.

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