05. 17. 2006. 10:18

A Fable About Love

György Somlyó

"There are some who love like the hare lost on the motorway, entrapped in spotlights. / There are some who love like the lion that tears apart what it desires. / There are some who love like the pilot loves the town on which he drops his bombs. / There are some who love like the radar that directs planes in the air."

There are some who think they can do whatever they want, for they are loved.
There are some who think they can do whatever they want, for they love.
There are some who feel they need to watch their every step, because they love.
There are some who feel they need to watch their every step, because they are loved.
There are some for whom passion equals hatred.
There are some for whom passion equals love.
Yet, there are some who mistake passion for love and do not understand that others,
as a response, mistake passion for hatred.
There are some who love like the hare lost on the motorway, entrapped in spotlights.
There are some who love like the lion that tears apart what it desires.
There are some who love like the pilot loves the town on which he drops his bombs.
There are some who love like the radar that directs planes in the air.
There are some who love peacefully, like the goat that feeds the needy child.
There are some whose love is blind like the amoeba that swallows the other in its amorphism.
There are some who love rashly like the moth loves light.
There are some who love wisely like the bear loves to hibernate.
There are some who love themselves in the other, and some who love the other in themselves, who they will eventually become.

Previously on HLO
Classical, yet modern: on the death of György Somlyó

Translated by: Agnes Lehoczky

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