title: Treasury of Hungarian Love: Poems, Quotations & Proverbs (English, Hungarian and Hungarian Edition)
author: Katherine Gyekenyesi Gatto
description: Give Me Your Eyes <i>by Endre Ady</i><br> The Golden Statue Of Leda <i>by Endre Ady</i><br> A Half-kissed Kiss <i>by Endre Ady</i><br> Leda In The Garden <i>by Endre Ady</i><br> With Leda At The Ball <i>by Endre Ady</i><br> Gretna Green <i>by Mihaly Babits</i><br> Radiance <i>by Mihaly Babits</i><br> He Describes The Manner Of Celia's Bathing <i>by Balint Balassi</i><br> Of The Eternal And Lasting Nature Of His Love <i>by Balint Balassi</i><br> When He Chanced Upon Julia He Greeted Her Thus <i>by Balint Balassi</i><br> This Day <i>by Sandor Csoori</i><br> The Rain Is Falling <i>by Gergely Czuczor</i><br> What Is A Kiss? <i>by Lajos Doczi</i><br> To My Bride <i>by Janos Garay</i><br> I Would Enjoy To See You <i>by Pal Gyulai</i><br> Like A Madrigal <i>by Jeno Heltai</i><br> Eve <i>by Gyula Illyes</i><br> Last Will <i>by Gyula Illyes</i><br> To The Wife <i>by Gyula Illyes</i><br> A Sad Love Poem <i>by Karoly Jobbagy</i><br> That Beautiful Woman From The Past <i>by Attila Jozsef</i><br> I Have Forgotten <i>by Gyula Juhasz</i><br> Litany <i>by Margit Kaffka</i><br> The Torments Of Love: Song 7 <i>by Sandor Kisfaludy</i><br> The Torments Of Love: Song 90 <i>by Sandor Kisfaludy</i><br> To My Wife <i>by Dezso Kosztolanyi</i><br> Frosts Are Coming <i>by Laszlo Nagy</i><br> To A Young Girl <i>by Endre Pap</i><br> At The End Of September <i>by Alexander Sandor Petofi</i><br> How Shall I Call You? <i>by Alexander Sandor Petofi</i><br> My Love <i>by Alexander Sandor Petofi</i><br> The Rosebush Trembles <i>by Alexander Sandor Petofi</i><br> You Cannot Bid <i>by Alexander Sandor Petofi</i><br> In Your Arms <i>by Miklos Radnoti</i><br> Moments <i>by Lorinc Szabo</i><br> Since You Are Nowhere <i>by Lorinc Szabo</i><br> Burning Love <i>by Mihaly Tompa</i><br> Among The Wheat <i>by Kalman Toth</i><br> Cloud Covers The Forest <i>by Kalman Toth</i><br> Folksong <i>by Sandor Vachott</i><br> After Twenty Years <i>by Janos Vajda</i><br> To The Rose-bud <i>by Mihaly Csokonai Vitez</i><br> The Dark Eye <i>by Mihaly Vorosmarty</i><br> Dying Love <i>by Mihaly Vorosmarty</i><br> The Maiden's Sorrow <i>by Mihaly Vorosmarty</i><br> Revery <i>by Mihaly Vorosmarty</i><br> Canzone <i>by Sandor Weores</i><br> --Table of Poems
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  I moved closer and peered into the cup, which sat next to Ava’s shiny red
  purse. The tea was half-gone, and just above the midpoint of the cup’s
  interior it looked as though Ava had scrawled something—with lipstick?
  Eyeliner? Something waxy, it seemed, that did not wash away. Almost the color
  of blood. And upon closer examination, it seemed to be a phrase or a sentence,
  but in Hungarian. That’s when the feeling in my gut returned—the misery—and
  this time I was aware of it.
  
  
  “What is this?” I interrupted. I pointed at the Hungarian words, and my
  mother, alerted by my tone, bent over the cup and looked inside.
  
  
  Then she stood up. “This is bad,” she said, merely affirming what I already
  knew, what I felt all around us. She reached for the cup and I grabbed her
  arm.
  
  
  “Not the cup. Touch only the saucer.”
  
  
  She nodded. We both understood that something was amiss, an