Zbigniew Herbert

Here you will find the Poem Lament of poet Zbigniew Herbert


To the memory of my mother

And now she has over her head brown clouds of roots
a slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sand
while she sails on the bottle of a boat through foaming nebulas

A mile beyond us where the river turns
visible-invisible as the light on a wave
truly she isn't different--abandoned like all of us.