Grief

"Man comes at last to a vast stretch
of sandy, dull, waterlogged plain,
looks round in wonder, the poor wretch,
nods sagely and knows hope is vain.

I too am genuinely trying
to look round unconcernedly.
An axehead, a silvery sighing,
Shudders across the poplar tree.

My heart is perched on nothing`s branch,
a small, dumb, shivering event:
the gentle stars jostle and bunch
and gaze on in astonishment."

(Attila József translated by George Szirtes)

We are deeply saddened to inform you that Mónika Szabó, our friend and colleague, passed away on 03/03/2020. Our hearts are heavy.

A memorial service will be held later this year.