In a City Poem By Zbigniew Herbert

In a City Poem By Zbigniew Herbert

In an eastern city where I won’t return
there is a winged stone light and huge
lightning strikes this winged stone
I close my eyes to remember
in my city where I won’t return
there is heavy and nourishing water
the one who gives you a cup of this water
gives you the faith you will still return
in my faraway city that has gone
from all maps of the world there is bread that can nourish,
throughout life black as the faith you will see again
stone bread water and the presence of towers at dawn

Zbigniew Herbert
first published in The Kenyon Review, New Series, vol. XXIII, no. 3/4, Summer/Fall 2001
translated from Polish by John and Bogdana Carpenter

In a City Poem By Zbigniew Herbert

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