Zbigniew herbert biography of donald

I was a quiet boy a little sleepy and — amazingly —
unlike my peers — who were fond of adventures —
I didn’t expect much — didn’t look out the window
At school more diligent than able — docile stable

Then a normal life at the level of a regular clerk
up early street tram office again tram home sleep

I truly don’t know why I’m tired uneasy in torment
perpetually even now — when I have a right to rest

I know I never rose high — I have no achievements
I collected stamps medicinal herbs was OK at chess

I went abroad once — on a holiday to the Black Sea
in the photo a straw hat tanned face — almost happy

I read what came to hand: about scientific socialism
about flights into space and machines that can think
and the thing I liked most: books on the life of bees

Like others I wanted to know what I’d be after death
whether I’d get a new apartment if life had meaning

And above all how to tell the good from what’s evil
to know for sure what is vit and what’s all black

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