Impossible to Measure Influence: Zbigniew Herbert
Hard to believe I haven't mentioned him yet. Hard to say how much the apprentice has taken from the master.
Silk of a SoulNeverdid I speak with hereither about loveor about deathonly blind tasteand mute touchused to run between uswhen absorbed in ourselveswe lay closeI mustpeek inside herto see what she wearsat her centrewhen she sleptwith her lips openI peekedand whatand whatwould you thinkI caught sight ofI was expectingbranchesI was expectinga birdI was expectinga houseby a lake great and silentbut thereon a glass counterI caught sight of a pairof silk stockingsmy GodI'll buy her those stockingsI'll buy thembut what will appear thenon the glass counterof the little soulwill it be somethingwhich cannot be touchedeven with one finger of a dream
Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott
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