Csak így... : Versek, 1918-20.

A whirlwind of intimate reflections greets the listener, where yearning, solitude and the fleeting touch of love are rendered in a cadence that feels both ancient and startlingly fresh. The poems move like a wandering pilgrim through mist‑shrouded valleys, pausing at a single hair on a girl's head, at a trembling rose in a silent hall, and at stars that shine beneath water. Each image glows with a fragile brilliance, inviting you to linger on the hush between question and answer.

The collection balances stark melancholy with sudden flashes of fierce hope, weaving together whispered prayers, restless wanderings, and moments of quiet surrender. Its language is richly textured, drawing on the rhythm of folk song and the resonance of ritual chant, while the pacing allows each line to settle like a soft footstep on an old stone bridge. Listeners will find themselves wandering alongside the poet, feeling the weight of every sigh and the lift of every yearning breath.