Who is Zbigniew Herbert

Zbigniew HerbertZbigniew HerbertBorn(1924-10-29)29 October 1924
Lwów, PolandDied28 July 1998(1998-07-28) (aged 73)
Warsaw, PolandResting placePowązki CemeteryOccupationPoet, essayistLanguagePolish
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Zbigniew Herbert Poems

  • A Knocker
    There are those who grow
    gardens in their heads
    paths lead from their hair
    to sunny and white cities ...
  • Report From Paradise
    In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours
    salaries are higher prices steadily go down
    manual labour is not tiring (because of reduced gravity)
    chopping wood is no harder than typing ...
  • Three Poems By Heart

    I can't find the title
    of a memory about you ...
  • From The Top Of The Stairs
    Of course
    those who are standing at the top of the stairs
    they know everything ...
  • Daedalus And Icarus
    Daedalus says:

    Go on sonny but remember that you are walking and not flying
    the wings are just an ornament and you are stepping on a meadow ...
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Earth 11 Water 10 White 9 Head 9 Time 9 Black 9 City 9 Light 9 Long 9 Sea 8

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  • Jonkeyjong: “a rat became the unit of currency. who’s ever heard of such a thing. a rat. can you believe it. everyone’s saying it. zbigniew herbert said it first though. great man. smart man.”
  • Tetzelny: from zbigniew herbert’s obituary in the new york times (july 28, 1998)
  • Peterbirckhead: zbigniew herbert - prayer of the traveler mr cogito
  • Bilikpenyair: “in this letter each character stands apart like a loving heart” —zbigniew herbert
  • Motleybookshelf: “i run around like mad picking up handfuls of birds and my tenderness which afterall is not made of water” zbigniew herbert “i would like to describe” (from jane hirshfield’s “the nine gates of poetry)
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Vain Hope
 by Ernest Dowson

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!


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