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nothing specialboards paintnails pastepaper stringmr artistbuilds a worldnot from atomsbut from remnantsforest of ardenfrom umbrellaionian seafrom parkers quinkjust as long ashis look is wisejust as long ashis hand is sure -and presto the world -hooks of flowerson needles of grassclouds of wiredrawn out by the wind
Zbigniew Herbert
Zbigniew Herbert (29 October 1924 – 28 July 1998) was a Polish poet, essayist, drama writer and moralist. He is one of the best known and the mo
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