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Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Poems of Zbigniew Herbert

41. Why The Classics 4/21/2010

The Ardennes Forest

Cup your hands to scoop up sleep
as you would draw a grain of water
and the forest will come: a green cloud
a birch trunk like a chord of light
and a thousand eyelids fluttering
with forgotten leafy speech
then you will recall the white morning
when you waited for the opening of the gates

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