Poems by Zbigniew Herbert
Pebble
... does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire ...
A Knocker
... for others the green bell of a tree ...
Wasp
... loved, who saw your happiness in a shop windowdo you know how to take away the sting of this death ...
Our Fear
... our fear does not rise on the wings of the tempest ...
From The Top Of The Stairs
... Of course those who are standing at the top of the stairs&emsp ...
The Ardennes Forest
... that sleeps in a tree and the tree in the earth ...
Architecture
... movement meets stillness a line meets a shout ...
An Answer
... the dream is interrupted suddenly by the arrival of three ...
