The pebble is a perfect creature, equal to itself, mindful of its limits, filled exactly with a pebbly meaning, with a scent that does not remind one of anything, does not frighten anything away, does not arouse desire. Its ardour and coldness are just and full of dignity. I feel a heavy remorse when I hold it in my hand and its noble body is permeated by false warmth. -Pebbles cannot be tamed to the end they will look at us with a calm and very clear eye. Zbigniew Herbert
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 20:22:09 +0000
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