COLLECTED AND ILLUSTRATED
|IF - -
you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says then: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds
and keep your virtue,
|Edgar Allan Poe:
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
Thy soul shall find itself alone
Be silent in that solitude,
The night - tho' clear - shall frown -
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -
The breeze - the breath of God - is still -
My friend, you who claim to know me,
look round my room: nothing of its decoration
was my own choosing; open my wardrobe:
it has nothing to show you that is specially me.
My lover and my dog know how I caress them,
Yet I am not in hiding - simply, I do not exist.
My friend, you must not regard me as having secrets.
|The poems were selected from
the following books:
Rudyard Kipling's Verse
The complete works of Edgar Allan
Poe, Volume VII., Poems
Sándor Weöres Eternal
moment: Selected poems
Due to technical limitations the book doesn't appear here as is in real
life because of its large format, though I tried to keep the verses on
the pages that they originally appear on.
Special thanks to my father János Pórszász for his help in printing the book and for his technical advice on editing the electronic version. Also thanks to my mother Katalin Molnár for 'If - -' and for the encouragement; to Péter Ôsapay for providing this webspace and help in finally putting this on the web.
Copyright © Áron Pórszász, 2000. All photographs made, printed, electronically processed and posted by Áron Pórszász.
Created between January and March 2000.
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