Kovács András Ferenc: The Gospel according to Andrew (András evangéliuma in English)

1
In the beginning was weeping:
of green stones in the wind,
of fresh orchard trees, of light -
the hum of its hot blade.

2
Bustling cities, people there
writhing like fish in the net:
into a world of vanity
sown like so many seeds.

3
And thus have we been scattered.

4
We will never be wiser,
better or immortal:
everything has been destroyed.

5
Three or four accidental
pen-strokes: beautiful unowned
names drawn in the desert - the
rest anonymous sand.

6
We are written, and the hand
effaces, as though stroking
the tired back of the world.

7
What did I write in the dust?
What? Why did I erase it?
The pardon of fires and the proof:
the song of sightless angels?