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The Voice Istvan Turczi
Through the starry nights sharp as specters
streaks a voice over the stagnant gold of whisperings: "show me the poets you read,
and I’ll tell you who you are.”
Show me the poets you respect
and I’ll tell you who you were.
I see our grandfather’s gaunt figures
during times that seemed unbearable
when parks withered and we only had our books to tide us over the winter.
Show me the poets you rally around,
and I’ll tell you what will become of you.”
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