everyday should be zbigniew herbert day

there are the small cadences in a poem that overwhelm me with joy. and there's poems like herbert's "Five Men" which reflects on the execution of five men. it just works so imperfectly and beautifully. though it is comprised of three rather stunning sections, the third is the one i want to read to you tonight:

so why have I been writing
unimportant poems on flowers

what did the five talk of
the night before the execution

of prophetic dreams
of an escapade in a brothel
of automobile parts
of a sea voyage
of how when he had spades
he ought not to have opened
of how vodka is best
after wine you get a headache
of girls
of fruit
of life

thus one can use in poetry
names of Greek shepherds
one can attempt to catch the color of morning sky
write of love and also
once again
in dead earnest
offer to the betrayed world
a rose