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Old Masters

The Old Masters
went without names

their signature
was the white fingers of the Madonna

or pink towers
di citta sul mare

also scenes from the life
della Beata Umilta

they dissolved
in sogno

they found shelter
under the eyelids of angels
behind hills of clouds
in the thick grass of paradise

they fdrowned without a trace
in golden firmaments
with no cry of fright
or call to be remembered

the surfaces of their paintings
are smooth as a mirror
they aren’t mirrors for us
they are mirrors for the chosen

I call on you
in hard moments of doubt

make the serpent’s scales of pride
fall from me

let me be deaf
to the temptation of fame

I call upon you

the Painter of the Rain of manna
the Painter of Embroidered Trees
the Painter of the Visitation
the painter of the Sacred Blood

-Zbigniew Herbert


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