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            [post_content] => Heading home, dusk, in the park
the homeless chew their apples.
In the bright, big, empty bank
lights flicker on the plastic Christmas tree.
A dark window catches her image
and she steps out of this tight frame.
Who emerges? She stops. She always stops here,
she wants to know. Perhaps now it will make sense.
She returns - looks at the face in the mirror,
but doesn't adjust her shattered hair:
she watches those eyes. Who's watching? Who's there in the eye?
She drops her gaze.
The concrete. Cars. Dust. Dog crap.
She's here. Her shoes, legs. Her hanging hands.
Stood in the glossy mirror,
among dark pondweed. But her eyes are empty.
There, that's me. She is. I am. Empty, dark.
Can't step away. Glass. That's all she sees.
Look up, light-headed. Whose eyes are these?
The dark current pulls. All glass, all tain.
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                    [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem by Anna Szabó was co-translated by Clare Pollard, Anna Szabó and a Young Poets Network workshop group at The Poetry Society on 14 August 2019. The group of young writers who worked on the translation included Dora Hirsh, Edwin Roberts, Fathima Zahra, Godelieve de Bree, Jolina Bradley, Josie Ben Avi, Katie Kirkpatrick, Max Traeger and Tate Standage.

The workshop was produced jointly by Young Poets Network and Modern Poetry in Translation, as part of the Young Poets Network translation challenge during the summer of 2019.
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                    [content] => Anna Szabó was born in Romania in 1972 and moved to Hungary in 1987, where she studied Hungarian and English. She translates into Hungarian, and has worked with Joyce, Plath, Yeats, and Updike. She published her first volume of poetry when she was twenty-three, winning the Petofi Prize for promising young poets. Her poetry has since won every major Hungarian literary prize. The Poetry Society's Young Poets Network organised a translation workshop in partnership with Modern Poetry in Translation to translate her poem 'Hazafelé megy, este' or 'Heading home, dusk'.


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