Monday, May 5, 2014

Thorns and Roses by Zbigniew Herbert

Thorns and Roses

Saint Ignatius
pale and fiery
passing by a rose
flung himself on the bush
mutilating his flesh

with the bell of his black frock
he wished to stifle
the beauty of the world
which gushed from earth as from a wound

and lying at the bottom
of the cradle of thorns
he saw
that the blood flowing from his brow
was clotting on his lashes
in the shape of a rose

and the blind hand
seeking out thorns
was pierced through
by petals’ soft touch

the defrauded saint wept
amid flowers’ mockeries

thorns and roses
roses and thorns
we seek happiness

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