A Poet Reflects

so now I sit alone on the cut stump of a tree exactly in the centre of the forgotten battle
and I gray spider weave bitter meditations
about too great a memory about too small a heart
—Zbigniew Herbert, closing lines to “Small Heart” in Elegy for the Departure: and Other Poems (The Ecco Press, 1999)

so now I sit alone
on the cut stump of a tree
exactly in the centre
of the forgotten battle

and I
gray spider
weave bitter meditations

about too great a memory
about too small a heart

—Zbigniew Herbert, closing lines to “Small Heart” in Elegy for the Departure: and Other Poems (The Ecco Press, 1999)

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