Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Zbigniew Herbert Poems

1. What Our Dead Do 12/29/2011
2. Wasp 12/29/2011
3. The Return Of The Proconsul 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. The Fable About A Nail 12/29/2011
9. Daedalus And Icarus 12/29/2011
10. The Rain 4/21/2010
11. Why The Classics 4/21/2010
12. The Tongue 12/29/2011
13. The Power Of Taste 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. Pebble 1/3/2003
40. Report From The Besieged City 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Zbigniew Herbert

Mr. Cogito And The Imagination

Mr. Cogito never trusted
tricks of the imagination

the piano at the top of the Alps
played false concerts for him

he didn't appreciate labyrinths
the Sphinx filled him with loathing

he lived in a house with no basement
without mirrors of dialectics

jungles of tangled images
were not his home

he would rarely soar
on the wings of metaphor
and then he fell like Icarus
into the embrace of the Great Mother

he adored tautologies
explanations
idem per idem

that a bird is a bird
slavery means slavery
a knife is a ...

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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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