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Architecture

Over a delicate arch—

an eyebrow of stone—

on the unruffled forehead

of a wall

in joyful and open windows

where there are faces instead of geraniums

where rigorous rectangles

border a dreaming perspective

by Zbigniew Herbert

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

by Zbigniew Herbert

The Ardennes Forest

Cup your hands to scoop up sleep

as you would draw a grain of water

and the forest will come: a green cloud

a birch trunk like a chord of light

and a thousand eyelids fluttering

with forgotten leafy speech

then you will recall the white morning

when you waited for the opening of the gates

by Zbigniew Herbert

A Halt

We halted in a town the host

ordered the table to be moved to the garden the first star

shone out and faded we were breaking bread

crickets were heard in the twilight loosestrife

a cry but a cry of a child otherwise the bustle

of insects of men a thick scent of earth

those who were sitting with their backs to the wall

saw violet now - the gallows hill

by Zbigniew Herbert

Nothing Special

nothing special

boards paint

nails paste

paper string

mr artist

builds a world

not from atoms

but from remnants

by Zbigniew Herbert

Inanimate objects are always correct and cannot, unfortunately, be reproached with anything. I have never observed a chair shift from one foot to another, or a bed rear on its hind legs. And tables, even when they are tired, will not dare to bend their knees. I suspect that objects do this from pedagogical considerations, to reprove us constantly for our instability.