Katalin Ladik

The Shadow of Icarus

Catches a glimpse of his own shadow
as he glides above silver meadows,
his black opened raincoat expands
on the hills that are covered with oil
cold cherries gasp among his wings,
He is suffocating as all turns into night around him
He is happy and He falls into the sky.

— translated from the Hungarian by Emöke Z. B’Racz