sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013

mr. cogito's soul [zbigniew herbert]

In the past
we know from history
she would go out from the body
when the heart stopped

with the last breath
she went quietly away
to the blue meadows of heaven

            Mr. Cogito’s soul
            acts differently

            during his life she leaves his body
            without a word of farewell

            for months for years she lives
            on different continents
            beyond the frontiers
            of Mr. Cogito

            it is hard to locate her address
            she sends no news of herself
            avoids contacts
            doesn’t write letters

            no one knows when she will return
            perhaps she has left forever

Mr. Cogito struggles to overcome
the base feeling of jealousy

He thinks well of his soul
thinks of her with tenderness

undoubtedly she must live also
in the bodies of others

certainly there are too few souls
for all humanity

Mr. Cogito accepts his fate
he has no other way out

he even attempts to say
– my own soul mine

he thinks of his soul affectionately
he thinks of his soul with tenderness

            therefore when she appears
            he doesn’t welcome her with the words
            – it’s good you’ve come back

            he only looks at her from an angle
            as she sits before the mirror
            combing her hair
            tangled and gray
Zbigniew Herbert
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