In the foreground you see
a youth's handsome body
his beard leans on his chest
one knee is pulled up
his arm like a dead branch
he has closed his eyes
he disavows even Eos
her fingers plunged in the air
her hair flying loose
and the contours of her robes
make three circles of sorrow
he has closed his eyes
he disavows his bronze armor
his fine helmet
adorned with blood and a black crest
his broken shield
and spear
he has closed his eyes
he disavows the world
leaves hang in the quiet air
a branch quivers with the shadows of birds flying of
and only the cricket hidden
in Memnon's still living hair
speaks persuasively
in praise of life
Zbigniew Herbert
The Collected Poems 1956 - 1998
Ecco, 2007
Tradução inglesa de Alissa Valles
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