Longing For Love


Endre Ady

Neither the issue nor the sire,

neither fulfilment nor desire

am I for anyone,

am I for anyone.

I am as all men, the sunless sea,

the alien thule, mystery,

a fleeing wisp of light,

a fleeing wisp of light.

But I must look for friends and brothers;

I want to show myself to others

that seeing they will see,

that seeing they will see.

For this my lyric masochism;

I long to close the gaping schism,

and thus belong somewhere,

and thus belong somewhere.

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