Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Zbigniew Herbert Poems

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

Report From The Besieged City

Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -

they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege

I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began
two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn
everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time

all we have left is the place the attachment to the place
we still rule over the ruins of temples spectres of gardens and houses
if we lose the ruins nothing will be left

I write as I can...

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Nothing Special

nothing special
boards paint
nails paste
paper string

mr artist
builds a world
not from atoms
but from remnants

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