Three Poems by Heart
translated from the Polish by Alissa Valles
1
I cannot find the title
for a memory of you
with a hand torn from the dark
I move on the remains of faces
faint profiles of friends
froze into hard outlines
revolving around my head
empty as the wind’s forehead—
the silhouette of a black paper man
2
living—despite
living—against
I reproach myself with the sin of forgetting
you left an embrace like a needless sweater
a gaze like a question
our hands won’t pass on the shape of your hands
we let them go to waste touching common things
our eyes reflect a question
tranquil as mirrored glass
unclouded by warm breath
every day I refresh my eye
every day my touch grows
tickled by the nearness of so many things
life purls like blood
Shadows softly melt
let’s not let the fallen perish—
a cloud will pass on their memory—
the worn profiles of Roman coins
3
the women in our street
were ordinary and good
patiently they fetched from market
nourishing bouquets of vegetables
the children in our street
—such a torment to cats
the pigeons—a mild gray
in the park there was a statue of the Poet
children rolled their hoops
and their colorful cries
birds sat on his hands
reading his silence
in the summer nights wives
patiently waited for mouths
smelling of familiar tobacco
women couldn’t answer
their kids: he’ll be back
when the city went down
they put out fires hands
pressed up to their eyes
the children from our street
met with a very hard death
pigeons fell lightly
like air shot down
now the lips of the Poet
are a flattened horizon
birds children and wives cannot dwell
in the city’s pitiful shell
in the cool down of ash
the city which stands on water
smooth as a mirror’s memory
is reflected from the river-bed
and flies to a lofty star
where the fire smells far
as a page from the Iliad
“Three Poems by Heart,” from The Collected Poems: 1956–1998 by Zbigniew Herbert. Translated & Edited by Alissa Valles. Copyright © 2007 The Estate of Zbigniew Herbert. Translation copyright © 2007 by Alissa Valles. With Additional Translations by Czesław Miłosz and Peter Dale Scott. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.