Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Zbigniew Herbert Poems

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

A home above the year's seasons
home of children animals and apples
a square of empty space
under an absent star

home was the telescope of childhood
the skin of emotion
a sister's cheek
branch of a tree

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