Ja'nos Pilinszky
translated from the Hungarian by Peter Jay
Hunched I make my way, uncertainly.
The other hand is only three years old.
An eighty-year-old hand and a three-year-old.
We hold each other. We hold each other tight.
From Staying Alive, Real Poems for Unreal Times,
Miramax Books, 2003
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