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--- Z B I G N I E W H E R B E R T At last the golden stags soundly sleep in the meadows and also the mountain goats head on shoulder the bison the one-horns the squirrels and in general the various critters predatory as well as docile and also the birds of all kinds king Midas no longer hunts he fancied for himself capturing a silenus three days he chased him until he caught him and having whacked him by fist between the eyes asked: -- what is best for a human? the silenus neighed and said: -- to be nothing -- to die returns king Midas to the palace but the heart of the wise silenus is not to his taste walks around pulls on the beard and asks old people -- how many days does an ant live -- why does a dog howl before it dies -- how tall will be the mountain piled of bones of all the previous animals and people then he commanded to have summoned a man who on vermillon vases inscribes with a pen black quails weddings processions and chases and when asked by Midas why he preserves the life of shadows answers: -- because the neck of a galloping horse is beautiful and the dresses of girls playing a ballgame are like a brook alive and unrepeatable allow me to sit by you asks the painter of vases we will talk of people who with mortal seriousness give back one seed to the earth and gather ten who are repairing a sandal and a democracy compute the stars and obols write poems and stoop to pick up a clover lost in the sand we will drink some and philosophize some and maybe both of us who are of blood and deceit will in the end emancipate ourselves from the crushing lightness of pretense translated from the Polish by Marek Lugowski |
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