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Sunday, July 22, 2018

Silk Stockings

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SILK OF A SOUL
—Zbigniew Herbert (1924-1998)
 
Never
did I speak with her
either about love
or about death

only blind taste
and mute touch
used to run between us
when absorbed in ourselves
we lay close

I must
peek inside her
to see what she wears
at her centre

when she slept
with her lips open
I peeked

and what
and what
would you think
I caught sight of

I was expecting
branches
I was expecting
a bird
I was expecting
a house
by a lake great and silent

but there
on a glass counter
I caught sight of a pair
of silk stockings

my God
I'll buy her those stockings
I'll buy them

but what will appear then
on the glass counter
of the little soul

will it be something
which cannot be touched
even with one finger of a dream


(trans. by Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott)

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—Medusa

For more about Zbigniew Herbert, go to www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/zbigniew-herbert.

For more about our Seed of the Week, "Silk Stockings", see also the short story, “A Pair of Silk Stockings”, by Kate Chopin, at www.pbs.org/katechopin/library/silkstockings.html/. Commentary about it can be seen at www.katechopin.org/a-pair-of-silk-stockings/#online/.