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A home above the year's seasonshome of children animals and applesa square of empty spaceunder an absent starhome was the telescope of childhoodthe skin of emotiona sister's cheekbranch of a treethe cheek was extinguished by flamethe branch crossed out by a shellover the powdery ash of the nesta song of homeless infantryhome is the die of emotionhome is the cube of childhoodthe wing of a burned sisterleaf of a dead tree
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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