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You’re awake so long you’re falling asleep. A year is just a night’s sleep. So your life is shaped. You feel its edges closing as you turn in bed. Since life is finite you wake and wake to the light at the edge of sleep, falling out of light.

Published: May 2, 2025 22:28

You’re awake so long you’re falling asleep. A year is just a night’s sleep. So your life is shaped. You feel its edges closing as you turn in bed. Since life is finite you wake and wake to the light at the edge of sleep, falling out of light.

You turn off the light and sense the room rearrange itself around you like a different space where you yourself are different. So simple to leave a world. So simple to stand still. Now you are here, now gone. Turn it off and walk, keep walking.

Published: April 28, 2025 22:59

You turn off the light and sense the room rearrange itself around you like a different space where you yourself are different. So simple to leave a world. So simple to stand still. Now you are here, now gone. Turn it off and walk, keep walking.

THE DOOR After a warm day the coolness of evening shocks the skin. It pleases and revives something that must have been felt after birth when the world entered through a sudden door and announced itself. How cold everything can be, it says. How alive.

Published: April 26, 2025 20:21

THE DOOR After a warm day the coolness of evening shocks the skin. It pleases and revives something that must have been felt after birth when the world entered through a sudden door and announced itself. How cold everything can be, it says. How alive.

RT by @george_szirtes: Huge interview in the works! This spring, three of us from @hlohungary visited Norwich to conduct a life interview with writer and translator George Szirtes! Here's a sneak-peek: on #georgeszirtes' relationship with language and identity as a Hungarian-born British poet...☕

Published: April 25, 2025 11:05

Huge interview in the works! This spring, three of us from @hlohungary visited Norwich to conduct a life interview with writer and translator George Szirtes! Here's a sneak-peek: on #georgeszirtes' relationship with language and identity as a


THE LOST When they arrive, they listen to their own breathing with rapt attention. Long trees lean in. Light hangs on the wall. Birds repeat their usual calls. Life attends on such things. To be lost requires intense concentration. Night will wait on their dreams.

Published: April 15, 2025 21:58

THE LOST When they arrive, they listen to their own breathing with rapt attention. Long trees lean in. Light hangs on the wall. Birds repeat their usual calls. Life attends on such things. To be lost requires intense concentration. Night will wait on


Night in Budapest in a quiet district past midnight. The sleepless turn in silent beds, listening to their own thoughts, neighbours in courtyards locked on to their lives. Where would night be without them? Where are the bright moons of their faint breathing?

Published: April 6, 2025 22:26

Night in Budapest in a quiet district past midnight. The sleepless turn in silent beds, listening to their own thoughts, neighbours in courtyards locked on to their lives. Where would night be without them? Where are the bright moons of their faint


RT by @george_szirtes: 'With poet-translator George Szirtes showcasing a selection spanning five collections, you know you are in safe hands.' - Maria Jastrzębska, #RivetingReviews, @eurolitnet, on Hungarian poet Krisztina Tóth's new retrospective My Secret Life: Selected Poems. https://www.eurolitnetwork.com/rivetingreviews-maria-jastrzebska-reviews-my-secret-life-by-krisztina-toth/

Published: April 4, 2025 08:57

'With poet-translator George Szirtes showcasing a selection spanning five collections, you know you are in safe hands.' - Maria Jastrzębska, #RivetingReviews, @eurolitnet, on Hungarian poet Krisztina Tóth's new retrospective My Secret Life: Selected Poems.


RT by @george_szirtes: @ArjunRajendra20 @arunava @george_szirtes @FrankYoungman @UttaranDasGupta @NamitaGokhale_ @dpanikkar @PervinSaket @samyuktapoetry @shobhanakumar1 @SrilataKrishnan @alpanabhowmick @seagullbooks @darknlightzine @AfterDinnerCon @roughghosts @nancynuu @Mantrapub @AliCobby @Maazme

Published: April 2, 2025 11:49

@ArjunRajendra20 @arunava @george_szirtes @FrankYoungman @UttaranDasGupta @NamitaGokhale_ @dpanikkar @PervinSaket @samyuktapoetry @shobhanakumar1 @SrilataKrishnan @alpanabhowmick @seagullbooks @darknlightzine @AfterDinnerCon @roughghosts @nancynuu


RT by @george_szirtes: Excepts from The Dragon’s Heart featuring translations by ⁊@anjalikpurohit⁩ ⁊@Mantrapub⁩ @shreedaisy ⁊@george_szirtes⁩ ⁊@MarilynHacker⁩ Philip With ⁊@MrinHarchandrai⁩ @jup Jadavpur University Press https://scroll.in/article/1080592/whenever-i-write-a-word-it-lacks-the-meaning-i-intended-an-anthology-of-translated-world-poetry

Published: March 28, 2025 03:41

Excepts from The Dragon’s Heart featuring translations by ⁊@anjalikpurohit⁩ ⁊@Mantrapub⁩ @shreedaisy ⁊@george_szirtes⁩ ⁊@MarilynHacker⁩ Philip With ⁊@MrinHarchandrai⁩ @jup Jadavpur University Press scroll.in/article/1080592/wh


They can’t help shouting even in the smallest room. Listen to their screams. They forget to close the doors of their nursery while banging toy drums. They think they’re alone but someone else is present. Might it be the world on its strict orbit?

Published: March 26, 2025 00:07

They can’t help shouting even in the smallest room. Listen to their screams. They forget to close the doors of their nursery while banging toy drums. They think they’re alone but someone else is present. Might it be the world on its strict orbit?