How We Were Introduced (Zbigniew Herbert Poems)
-for perfidious protectorsI was playing in the streetno one paid attention to meas I made forms out of sandmumbling Rimbaud ...
-for perfidious protectorsI was playing in the streetno one paid attention to meas I made forms out of sandmumbling Rimbaud ...
FranceI AM the Virgin; from this granite ledgeA hundred weary winters have I watchedThe lonely road that wanders at my ...
I give back to the earth what the earth gave,All to the furrow, none to the grave,The candle's out, the ...
There is a harper playsThrough the long watches of the lonely nightWhen, like a cemetery,Sleeps the dark city, with her ...
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
YE Children of Man! whose life is a span,Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and ...
A little child with her aunty came Into a certain store, But the merchant was busy waiting On those who ...
I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast;A day or two of childhood, And then I sink ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
[This song was also written for Lily. Goethe mentions, at the end of his Autobiography, that he overheard her singing ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird And crossed a thousand Trees Before a Fence without a Fare His Fantasy did ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
Pamela was too gentle to deceive Her roses. "Let the men stay where they are," She said, "and if Apollo's ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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