Zbigniew Herbert

(29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998 / Lvov)

Zbigniew Herbert Poems

1. CO MYŚLI PAN COGITO O PIEKLE 7/24/2018
2. The Envoy of Mr. Cogito 7/24/2018
3. Episode 7/24/2018
4. How We Were Introduced 7/24/2018
5. I Would Like to Describe 7/24/2018
6. A Knocker 7/24/2018
7. The Last Attack. To Klaus 7/24/2018
8. What Our Dead Do 7/24/2018
9. What Our Dead Do 12/29/2011
10. The Fable About A Nail 12/29/2011
11. Wasp 12/29/2011
12. To My Bones 4/21/2010
13. Rovigo 12/29/2011
14. In A City 12/29/2011
15. Prayer Of Pan Cogito – Traveller 12/29/2011
16. The Power Of Taste 12/29/2011
17. The Rain 4/21/2010
18. Why The Classics 4/21/2010
19. The Tongue 12/29/2011
20. Daedalus And Icarus 12/29/2011
21. Elegy Of Fortinbras 12/29/2011
22. The Return Of The Proconsul 12/29/2011
23. An Answer 4/21/2010
24. Episode 4/21/2010
25. The Trial 1/3/2003
26. How We Were Introduced 4/21/2010
27. Report From Paradise 4/21/2010
28. First The Dog 4/21/2010
29. Our Fear 4/21/2010
30. Three Poems By Heart 1/3/2003
31. A Halt 1/3/2003
32. About Troy 1/3/2003
33. A Description Of The King 1/3/2003
34. A Knocker 1/3/2003
35. Lament 1/3/2003
36. Objects 1/3/2003
37. The Ardennes Forest 1/3/2003
38. Nothing Special 1/3/2003
39. A Russian Tale 1/3/2003
40. From The Top Of The Stairs 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Zbigniew Herbert

I Would Like To Describe

I would like to describe the simplest emotion
joy or sadness
but not as others do
reaching for shafts of rain or sun

I would like to describe a light
which is being born in me
but I know it does not resemble
any star
for it is not so bright
not so pure
and is uncertain

I would like to describe courage
without dragging behind me a dusty lion
and also anxiety
without shaking a glass full of water

to put it another way
I would give all metaphors
in return for one word
drawn out of my breast like a rib
for one ...

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The Envoy Of Mr Cogito

Go where those others went to the dark boundary
for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize

go upright among those who are on their knees
among those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust

you were saved not in order to live
you have little time you must give testimony

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