Sep 25, 2012
In the morning mice scamper over the head over the floor of the head shreds of conversations scraps of a poem the room’s muse enters in a blue apron sweeps such important guests visit my master well Heraclitus the Ephesian for example or the prophet Isaiah today no one rings the master paces about impatiently talks to himself tears up innocent papers in the evening goes out in an unknown direction the muse unties her blue apron rests her elbows on the window sill leans out waits for her sergeant with the red mustaches —Zbigniew Herbert, “Ordinariness of the Soul” Photography Credit Kanoa Zimmerman
