The Native Tourist
Homage to a Batthyany Square in Budapest
The Skier
You Can Tell From This Poem
Had I Not Left Hungary
After Prostate Surgery
To a Gibbon
Felix Dzerzhinsky
Remember the Time When I Flew
Two Worlds
The Virile Gold Shimmer of Beaten Eggs
Translations from the Hungarian:
Albatross
In Homage of Our Deceased Japanese Rooster
Graves of Soldiers
You Become More and More Waxen
Sarcophagus
Mother Always Knows Something New
The Small Bicycle
This is Not Death Yet
