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
poojycat 
There is absolutely nothing about this poem that I do not like.
‘equal to itself, mindful of its limits’ – perfectly balanced and insightful, as is the entire piece.
I am really happy that you like it 😉 Myself, I love this poem for its stirring simplicity.
oh, and it’s wonderfully gentle
I agree.
Awesome …
I think that it is surprisingly beautiful poem 😉
Very pleasing. Good day Nonoy Manga
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