Pebble Poem by Zbigniew Herbert

Pebble

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The pebble
is a perfect creature

equal to itself
mindful of its limits

filled exactly
with a pebbly meaning

with a scent that does not remind one of anything
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire

its ardour and coldness
are just and full of dignity

I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth

--Pebbles cannot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm and very clear eye

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramon Wesoly 12 August 2023

this poem is perfect! like a pebble - nothing to add or remove, perfect in its simple self

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Rob Lamberton 18 November 2022

I like to collect rocks, even small ones!

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