Zbigniew Herbert about his Lwow

[Halina]

Zbigniew Herbert
Polish poet (1924-1998)

....ocean lotnej pamieci
podmywa kruszy obrazy

w koncu zostanie kamien
na ktСrym mnie urodzono

co noc
staje boso
przed zatrzasnieta brama
mojego miasta.

English translatin (which - I am sure - already exists. This one is mine & it is not perfect at all, however I have no access to the English version, so sorry about that !):

...the ocean of drifting memory
washes away crumbles memories

eventually a stone will remain
on which I was born

every night
I stand barefoot
in front of the slammed gates
of my city.

[Edited by Halina on 30th September 2002 at 23:49]