“Weather”
In the sky’s envelope there is a letter for us. A vast stretch of air in wide orange and white strips. The gentle giant goes in front of us: he is rocking back and forth. He carries a shining ball attached to a thick club.
—Zbigniew Herbert (translated by Czesław Miłosz)
—from The Collected Poems: 1956–1998
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