(1909-1944) . Radnóti Miklós - Gyarmati Fanni, 1935 Photo: Rédner Miklós Images You're like a bough, so silky-whispery arched over me, and poppyseed to taste, spice and mystery, and like the seasons' ever rippling waves you are exciting, and so soothing, serene, like tombstones on their graves, or like a lifelong friend, with all to share, yet I'm still mystified when I inhale the scent that haunts your heavy hair, and when you're blue, I fret, don't leave me here wayward willowy smoke– and…