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. Wasp 12/29/2011
11. To My Bones 4/21/2010
12. In A City 12/29/2011
13. Prayer Of Pan Cogito – Traveller 12/29/2011
14. The Fable About A Nail 12/29/2011
15. The Power Of Taste 12/29/2011
16. The Rain 4/21/2010
17. Why The Classics 4/21/2010
18. Rovigo 12/29/2011
19. The Tongue 12/29/2011
20. The Return Of The Proconsul 12/29/2011
21. Daedalus And Icarus 12/29/2011
22. Elegy Of Fortinbras 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. The Ardennes Forest 1/3/2003
32. A Halt 1/3/2003
33. About Troy 1/3/2003
34. A Description Of The King 1/3/2003
35. A Knocker 1/3/2003
36. Lament 1/3/2003
37. Objects 1/3/2003
38. A Russian Tale 1/3/2003
39. Architecture 1/3/2003
40. The Monster Of Mr Cogito 1/3/2003

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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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Nothing Special

nothing special
boards paint
nails paste
paper string

mr artist
builds a world
not from atoms
but from remnants

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