…so is blurred

so is blurred

in me

what white-haired gentleman

separated once and for all

and said

this in the subject

this is the object

we fall asleep

with one hand under our head

and with the other in a mound of planets

our feet abandon us

and taste the earth

with their tiny roots

which next morning

we tear out painfully

Zbigniew Herbert


dreaming, tree, love, connected, poetry, wind


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