Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Moon



by Zbigniew Herbert.

MOON

I don't understand how you can write poems about the moon. It's fat and slovenly. It picks the noses of chimneys. Its favorite thing to do is climb under the bed and sniff at your shoes.

(translated by Alissa Valles)


2 comments:

peter b. said...

holy shit

Katie said...

haa, fantastic. also such shiny hair.