With my old man’s wrinkled hand,
with my old man’s squinting eyes,
let me hold your lovely hand,
let me guard your lovely eyes.
Worlds have tumbled, through their fall
like a wild beast chased by fright
I came, and I on you did call
scared, I wait with you inside.
With my old man’s wrinkled hand,
with my old man’s squinting eyes,
let me hold your lovely hand,
let me guard your lovely eyes.
I do not know why, how long
can I thus remain for you –
but I hold your lovely hand
and I guard your lovely eyes.
(Endre Ady)
More Poetry from Endre Ady:
- Memory Of A Summer Night (Endre Ady Poems)
- The Lost Rider (Endre Ady Poems)
- Behold My Treasures, Darling (Endre Ady Poems)
- Judas And Jesus (Endre Ady Poems)
- I Am The Son Of King Gog Of Magog (Endre Ady Poems)
- On Elijah's Chariot (Endre Ady Poems)