Poesi

beware of dryness of heart love the morning spring
the bird with an unknown name the winter oak
light on a wall the splendour of the sky
they don’t need your warm breath
they are there to say: no one will console you

be vigilant – when the light on the mountains gives the sign- arise and
go
as long as blood turns in the breast your dark star

by Zbigniew Herbert

translated by John Carpenter & Bogdana Carpenter