Üdvözlet! Let's dive
into this language I did not
pick up yet (but give me five
days, and we'll rephrase this I bet),
this language you forgot.
I loved it from the word go,
from that radio
broadcast of Béla Bartòk
addressing us through static - the noise
of the recording or the disturbance
of the foreboding? Of course for you
(and this is not a bad
thing, I hasten to add)
it's mostly about chicken soup,
garlic bread, goulash, peppers and curiously enough
a pair of pliers (harapófogó).
Or should I trust you?
you told me that word meant "spanner''.
The thing is, you are a beginner
when it comes to foreign languages,
or DIY. Igen, nem.
But I say, DIY? foreign languages?
why! stuff'em!
like meringues, with raspberries
(surely you know the hungarian for this?
and if not, you and I will find out,
no doubt). Meg akarom csókolni, szeretlek,
say I on my knees, caro il mio uomo raro.
It is not a brand new fact, or unheard of, far from it:
you asked me for my hand, I let you have it.
Still, this is the one lucky card
that stands out of the pack, I just have to stand
back from it to understand it fully, like a pact
of esoteric code, exotic sounds, exquisite telling.
Love is after all the foreign language you excel in spelling.