"The grindstone of prose grumbling. The poem is the harp song of the heart. Prose gets stale, it falls apart when it's old. The poem is eternal, like everything that is heavenly!
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Author
Gárdonyi GézaAll Translations
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English
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The grindstone of prose grumbling. The poem is the harp song of the heart. Prose gets stale, it falls apart when it's old. The poem is eternal, like everything that is heavenly!
"Hungarian
"A próza morgó malom kelepe. A vers a szívnek hárfa-éneke. A próza mállik, szertehull ha régi. A vers örök, mint minden ami égi!"