Pilinszky János: Spaces (Terek in English)
A pokol térélmény. A mennyország is.
Hell is a space-experience. So is heaven.
Two kinds of space. Heaven is open,
we can see the other one down,
as if in a basement room,
we can see it down from above as if
peeping downwards from a staircase
through the door of a basement room
opened (left open?) on purpose.
What’s happening there is exactly what’s
unbearable to me. Perhaps nothing more
than a rag-bag being opened,
figuring out how much a swan weighs,
or talking about something
with the only being I love
thousand times over and over again,
something that can and may never be
either written or spoken about.