<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my older brother <br>came back from war <br>he had on his forehead a little silver star <br>and under the star <br>an abyss </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>a splinter of shrapnel <br>hit him at Verdun <br>or perhaps at Grünwald <br>(he’d forgotten the details) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>he used to talk much <br>in many languages <br>but he liked most of all <br>the language of history </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>until losing breath <br>he commanded his dead pals to run <br>Roland Kowaski Hannibal </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>he shouted <br>that this was the last crusade <br>that Carthage soon would fall <br>and then sobbing confessed <br>that Napoleon did not like him </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>we looked at him <br>getting paler and paler <br>abandoned by his senses <br>he turned slowly into a monument </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>into musical shells of ears <br>entered a stone forest <br>and the skin of his face <br>was secured <br>with the blind dry <br>buttons of eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>nothing was left him <br>but touch </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>what stories <br>he told with his hands <br>in the right he had romances <br>in the left soldier’s memories </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>they took my brother <br>and carried him out of town <br>he returns every fall <br>slim and very quiet <br>he does not want to come in <br>he knocks at the window for me </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>we walk together in the streets <br>and he recites to me <br>improbable tales <br>touching my face <br>with blind fingers of rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Zbigniew+Herbert">Zbigniew Herbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540832" data-title="The Rain de Zbigniew Herbert" data-description="When my older brother came back from war he had on his forehead a little silver star and under the star an abyss a splinter of shrapnel hit him at Verdun or perhaps at Grünwald (he’d forgotten the details) he used to talk much in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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