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The pebble
is a perfect creature
equal to itself
mindful of its limits
filled exactly
with a pebbly meaning
with a scent which does not remind one of anything
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire
its ardour and coldness
are just and full of dignity
I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth
-- Pebbles cannot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm and very clear eye
~ Zbigniew Herbert
translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott
2 comments:
beautiful.Merci.
thanks catherine, good to hear from you!
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