I purchased this book of 21 poems written by a Hungarian born in 1933 for $1 at a used book store.
Apparently Emery E. George has won awards and is very famous. Perhaps it is the translation, or my lack of context on a life like his but there was not much for me here in his first published collection.
There were a couple of poems that stood out and one i especially loved called “The Garden of Sanity”. It was about an orange tree.
I feel the duality of being lonely and powerful as the one sole reviewer of this book on Goodreads.