Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Zbigniew Herbert Poems

1. What Our Dead Do 12/29/2011
2. The Fable About A Nail 12/29/2011
3. Wasp 12/29/2011
4. To My Bones 4/21/2010
5. Rovigo 12/29/2011
6. In A City 12/29/2011
7. Prayer Of Pan Cogito – Traveller 12/29/2011
8. Daedalus And Icarus 12/29/2011
9. The Power Of Taste 12/29/2011
10. The Rain 4/21/2010
11. Why The Classics 4/21/2010
12. The Tongue 12/29/2011
13. The Return Of The Proconsul 12/29/2011
14. Elegy Of Fortinbras 12/29/2011
15. An Answer 4/21/2010
16. Episode 4/21/2010
17. The Trial 1/3/2003
18. How We Were Introduced 4/21/2010
19. Report From Paradise 4/21/2010
20. First The Dog 4/21/2010
21. Our Fear 4/21/2010
22. Three Poems By Heart 1/3/2003
23. The Ardennes Forest 1/3/2003
24. A Halt 1/3/2003
25. About Troy 1/3/2003
26. A Description Of The King 1/3/2003
27. A Knocker 1/3/2003
28. Lament 1/3/2003
29. Objects 1/3/2003
30. Nothing Special 1/3/2003
31. A Russian Tale 1/3/2003
32. From The Top Of The Stairs 1/3/2003
33. Architecture 1/3/2003
34. The Monster Of Mr Cogito 1/3/2003
35. A Ballad That We Do Not Perish 1/3/2003
36. Home 1/3/2003
37. I Would Like To Describe 1/3/2003
38. The Envoy Of Mr Cogito 1/3/2003
39. Report From The Besieged City 1/3/2003
40. Mr. Cogito And The Imagination 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Zbigniew Herbert

Pebble

The pebble
is a perfect creature

equal to itself
mindful of its limits

filled exactly
with a pebbly meaning

with a scent that does not remind one of anything
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire

its ardour and coldness
are just and full of dignity

I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth

--Pebbles cannot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm and very clear eye

Read the full of Pebble

The Envoy Of Mr Cogito

Go where those others went to the dark boundary
for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize

go upright among those who are on their knees
among those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust

you were saved not in order to live
you have little time you must give testimony

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