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