zbigniew herbert

• polonyali sair. 1924-1998 yillari arasi yasamistir ve epey bir siiri ingilizceye cevrilmistir. bir tanesini buraya birakalim
  
  ı would like to describe the simplest emotion
  joy or sadness
  but not as others do
  reaching for shafts of rain or sun
  
  ı would like to describe a light
  which is being born in me
  but ı know it does not resemble
  any star
  for it is not so bright
  not so pure
  and is uncertain
  
  ı would like to describe courage
  without dragging behind me a dusty lion
  and also anxiety
  without shaking a glass full of water
  
  to put it another way
  ı would give all metaphors
  in return for one word
  drawn out of my breast like a rib
  for one word
  contained within the boundaries
  of my skin
  
  but apparently this is not possible
  
  and just to say—ı love
  ı run around like mad
  picking up handfuls of birds
  and my tenderness
  which after all is not made of water
  asks the water for a face
  
  and anger
  different from fire
  borrows from it
  a loquacious tongue
  
  so is blurred
  so is blurred
  in me
  what white-haired gentlemen
  separated once and for all
  and said
  this is the subject
  and this is the object
  
  we fall asleep
  with one hand under our head
  and with the other in a mound of planets
  
  our feet abandon us
  and taste the earth
  with their tiny roots
  which next morning
  we tear out painfully