This is what man is like, a singular sample.
No copy existed before, nor does one at present.
As on a living branch each leaf is different
so time itself will breed no simulacrum.
translated by George Szirtes
Dezső KosztolányiHungarian author, poet, translator, journalist 29 March 1885 — 3 November 1936 |
Funeral oration (poem) |
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