Zbigniew Herbert



Translated by Czesław Miłosz

What will happen
when hands
fall away from poems
when in other mountains
I will drink dry water
this should not matter
but it does
what will poems become
when the breath departs
and the grace of voice
is rejected
will I leave the table
and descend into the valley
where there resounds
new laughter
by a dark forest

Notes on this poem

Reproduced by permission of the Herbert Foundation and the Wylie Agency.