In an eastern city where I won’t return <br />there is a winged stone light and huge <br />lightning strikes this winged stone <br />I close my eyes to remember <br />in my city where I won’t return <br />there is heavy and nourishing water <br />the one who gives you a cup of this water <br />gives you the faith you will still return <br />in my faraway city that has gone <br />from all maps of the world there is bread that can nourish <br />throughout life black as the faith you will see again <br />stone bread water and the presence of towers at dawn<br /><br />Zbigniew Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-city-2/
