Zbigniew Herbert Long Poems

  • 1.
    During his great speech the prosecutor
    kept piercing me with his yellow index finger
    I'm afraid I didn't appear self-assured
    unintentionally I put on a mask of fear and depravity
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  • 2.
    1

    Troy O Troy
    an archeologist
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  • 3.
    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
    ...
  • 4.
    1
    in the fourth book of the Peloponnesian War
    Thucydides tells among other things
    the story of his unsuccessful expedition
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  • 5.
    nothing special
    boards paint
    nails paste
    paper string
    ...
  • 6.
    1

    Lucky Saint George
    from his knight's saddle
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  • 7.
    For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
    â??according to the wisdom of nursery schoolsâ??but in our kingdom
    there have been no nails for a long time there arenâ??t and wonâ??t be
    either the small ones for hanging a picture
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  • 8.
    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
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  • 9.
    When the honey, fruit and flowery tablecloth were whisked from the table in one sweep, it flew off with a start. Entangled in the suffocating smoke of the curtains, it buzzed for a long time. At last it reached the window. It beat its weakening body repeatedly against the cold, solid air of the pane. In the last flutter of its wings drowsed the faith that the bodyâ??s unrest can awaken a wind carrying us to longed-for worlds.
    You who stood under the window of your beloved, who saw your happiness in a shop windowâ??do you know how to take away the sting of this death?


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Total 9 Long Poems by Zbigniew Herbert

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