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Friday, March 6, 2009


False spring?? Opened windows and doors and breathed in the cool freshness of a March morning....

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The pebble--- by Zbigniew Herbert
The pebble
is a perfect creature
equal to itself
mindful of its limits
filled exactly
with 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 hevy 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