“Remember, Remember the 5th of November,
The Gun powder, Teason and Plot.
I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.”
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With a pure heart
My father’s gone mother’s lost, Without a homeland holy ghost.
Cradle’s broken shroud amiss, I have no lover nor a kiss.
For three days I haven’t touched, Neither kernel nor the crust.
My twenty years are mighty power, For sale it is by the hour.
And if I find not one taker, Let the devil be dealmaker.
Wholeheartedly rob and steal, I kill a man if that’s the deal.
Condemned to hang once I’m tried, For crows to feed as they pry.
Fresh grass arose death-wishing From my pure heart might it spring.
Written by Attila József
(Traslated by Syrius-
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.