Poems 0083丨WELL丨By Zbigniew Herbert
The well is in the middle of the square among apartment buildings, pigeons, and towers. In a vein of the cold well casing a spring bubbles up. It gurgles anxiously, as if it were about to dry up.
On top there is a carving of a stone dog's sleep. The sandstone head lies between two paws. Its sleep is profound. It doesn't give a toss about the end of the world.
"The Collected Poems 1956-1998"
Publishied by HarperCollins 2007
Translated by ALISSA VALLES
Translated by CZESLAW MILOSZ