why
was my life
not like circles on the water
welling from infinite depths
like an origin which grows
falls into layers rungs folds
to expire serenely
in your inscrutable lap
- Zbigniew Hebert, from the poem, “Breviary”
why
was my life
not like circles on the water
welling from infinite depths
like an origin which grows
falls into layers rungs folds
to expire serenely
in your inscrutable lap
- Zbigniew Hebert, from the poem, “Breviary”