Treasure Island

Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Episode


We walk by the sea-shore
holding firmly in our hands
the two ends of an antique dialogue
—do you love me?
—I love you


with furrowed eyebrows
I summarize all wisdom
of the two testaments
astrologers prophets
philosophers of the gardens
and cloistered philosophers


and it sounds about like this:
—don’t cry
—be brave
—look how everybody


you pout your lips and say
—you should be a clergyman
and fed up you walk off
nobody loves moralists


what should I say on the shore of
a small dead sea


slowly the water fills
the shapes of feet which have vanished

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 09, 2011

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