This poem is taken from PN Review 130, Volume 26 Number 2, November - December 1999.
Smile (translated from the Hungarian by Clive Wilmer and George Gömöri)I'm going to die, and pretty soon too.
This makes me feel slightly dizzy - not unlike
what I felt as a lad when I'd just started smoking:
the first few drags I'd take at a cigarette
on the balcony in the morning. It's long since passed,
of course, as so many other things have.
Now, though, of all those things, just one has stayed
and (God be thanked for it!) it is still there.
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