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

TRANSLATED BY BOGDANA CARPENTER
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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