The pebble <br />is a perfect creature <br /> <br />equal to itself <br />mindful of its limits <br /> <br />filled exactly <br />with a pebbly meaning <br /> <br />with a scent that does not remind one of anything <br />does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire <br /> <br />its ardour and coldness <br />are just and full of dignity <br /> <br />I feel a heavy remorse <br />when I hold it in my hand <br />and its noble body <br />is permeated by false warmth <br /> <br />--Pebbles cannot be tamed <br />to the end they will look at us <br />with a calm and very clear eye<br /><br />Zbigniew Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pebble/
