| GLASSMAKERS Glassmakers light huge firesand stir their blood and sweat
 into the materials
 that boil transparent
 in their crucibles.
 Then, with what's left of their strength,
 they pour the glass into plates
 and roll it completely smooth.
 And when the sun comes upthey carry light to the cities
 and to the smallest village huts.
 Sometimes they are called laborers,at other times, poets--
 though one is as good as the other.
 Slowly they run out of blood
 and grow transparent:
 large crystal windows to the future
 built on you.
  --Attila Jozseftranslated by John Batki
 Copyright c 1997 by John Batki and Oberlin College.May not be reproduced without permission.
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