SUN...GLORIOUS SUN!

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

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