"Under a Blue Sky"
High in the wind and sun was my dwelling-place,
motherland, now you
chain in the valley of
shadow your broken son; no comfort
the heavenly games of evening.
Over the cliffs the skyscape is shining; I
dwelling in the depths,
and stones are my company,
speechless; should I then be as they are?
do you write? Is it death? Who asks you?—
Asks of your life a reckoning, asks of this
fragment of poem how it
remains but a
fragment? Know this: unmourned, unburied,
lie graveless, no vale shall rock me.
Winds shall disperse my leavings; but listen, the
cliff shall re-echo
– today, or tomorrow – the
song I am singing; boys and
growing up now who will hear its meaning.
Radnóti, “In a Troubled Hour”
January 10, 1939