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Poems 0082丨COUNTRY丨By Zbigniew Herbert
In the far corner of this old map there′s a country I long for. It is the homeland of apples, hills, lazy rivers, pungent wine, and love. Unfortunately a great spider spun a web over it and closed off the dream′s border control booths with sticky saliva.
Always the same old story: an angel with a fiery sword, a spider, conscience.
选自：
"The Collected Poems 1956-1998"
Publishied by HarperCollins 2007
Translated by ALISSA VALLES
Translated by CZESLAW MILOSZ
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