Könyvesbolt

It was more than half a century ago that I spent some weeks in Rome with Feri Baranyi; we were both guests of the Hungarian Institute there. We had known each other from Budapest university, Feri studied there Italian, myself English, but it was there, under Italy’s sky that we became real friends.Feri was then already a poet, by that time had four volumes behind himself. And this meant really much. It was an exceptional age, the early seventies, when people in Hungary, even young people did read poetry, contemporary poetry! This sounds truly incredibly now, or did so even thirty years ago, but we who have lived our eightieth year can witness it. Then the fans of popular poets ran into the shops when a new volume of their star appeared. A poetic recital could attract almost an audience like the concert of a rock ensemble. I remember well that Feri was then among those cherished poets, who excelled with the easy “cantability” and the elegant refinement of his verses. (He also has by now