Elegy of Fortinbras (Zbigniew Herbert Poems)
To C. M.Now that we're alone we can talk prince man to manthough you lie on the stairs and see ...
To C. M.Now that we're alone we can talk prince man to manthough you lie on the stairs and see ...
Of coursethose who are standing at the top of the stairsknowthey know everythingwith us it's differentsweepers of squareshostages of a ...
Daedalus says:Go on sonny but remember that you are walking and not flyingthe wings are just an ornament and you ...
-for perfidious protectorsI was playing in the streetno one paid attention to meas I made forms out of sandmumbling Rimbaud ...
This will be a night in deep snowwhich has the power to muffle stepsin deep shadow transformingbodies to two puddles ...
I would like to describe the simplest emotionjoy or sadnessbut not as others doreaching for shafts of rain or sunI ...
1Troy O Troyan archeologistwill sift your ashes through his fingersyet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliadfor seven ...
to LaikaSo first the faithful dog will goand after it a pig or assthrough the black grass will beat a ...
Those who sailed at dawnbut will never returnleft their trace on a wave--a shell fell to the bottom of the ...
The tsar our little father had grown old, very old. Now he could not even strangle a dove with his ...
Over a delicate arch--an eyebrow of stone--on the unruffled foreheadof a wallin joyful and open windowswhere there are faces instead ...
Mr. Cogito never trustedtricks of the imaginationthe piano at the top of the Alpsplayed false concerts for himhe didn't appreciate ...
We walk by the sea-shoreholding firmly in our handsthe two ends of an antique dialogue-do you love me?-I love youwith ...
The king's beard on which sauces and ovationsfell until it became heavy as an axeappears suddenly in a dream to ...
There are those who growgardens in their headspaths lead from their hairto sunny and white citiesit's easy for them to ...
In an eastern city where I won't returnthere is a winged stone light and hugelightning strikes this winged stoneI close ...
A home above the year's seasonshome of children animals and applesa square of empty spaceunder an absent starhome was the ...
We halted in a town the hostordered the table to be moved to the garden the first starshone out and ...
nothing specialboards paintnails pastepaper stringmr artistbuilds a worldnot from atomsbut from remnantsforest of ardenfrom umbrellaionian seafrom parkers quinkjust as long ...
<i>To the memory of my mother</i>And now she has over her head brown clouds of rootsa slim lily of salt ...
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