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Слушать(AI)Lament
To the memory of my
And now she has over her head brown clouds of rootsa slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sandwhile she sails on the bottle of a boat through foaming nebulasA mile beyond us where the river turnsvisible-invisible as the light on a wavetruly she isn't different—abandoned like all of us.
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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