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“The Monster of Mr Cogito” by Zbigniew Herbert 🇵🇱 (29 Oct 1924 – 28 Jul 1998)
Translated from the Polish by John Carpenter
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Lucky Saint George
from his knight’s saddle
could exactly evaluate
the strength and movements of the dragon
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the first principle of strategy
is to assess the enemy accurately
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Mr Cogito
is in a worse position
he sits in the low
saddle of a valley
covered with thick fog
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through fog it is impossible to perceive
fiery eyes
greedy claws
jaws
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through fog
one sees only
the shimmering of nothingness
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the monster of Mr Cogito
has no measurements
it is difficult to describe
escapes definition
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it is like an immense depression
spread out over the country
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it can’t be pierced
with a pen
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with an argument
or spear
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were it not for its suffocating weight
and the death it sends down
one would think
it is the hallucination
of a sick imagination
but it exists
for certain it exists
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like carbon monoxide it fills
houses temples markets
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poisons wells
destroys the structures of the mind
covers bread with mould
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the proof of the existence of the monster
is its victims
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it is not direct proof
but sufficient
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2.
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reasonable people say
we can live together
with the monster
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we only have to avoid
sudden movements
sudden speech
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if there is a threat assume
the form of a rock or a leaf
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listen to wise Nature
recommending mimicry
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that we breathe shallowly
pretend we aren’t there
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Mr Cogito however
does not want a life of make-believe
he would like to fight
with the monster
on firm ground
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so he walks out at dawn
into a sleepy suburb
carefully equipped
with a long sharp object
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he calls to the monster
on the empty streets
he offends the monster
provokes the monster
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like a bold skirmisher
of an army that doesn’t exist
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he calls—
come out contemptible coward
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through the fog
one sees only
the huge snout of nothingness
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Mr Cogito wants to enter
the uneven battle
it ought to happen
possibly soon
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before there is
a fall from inertia
an ordinary death without glory
suffocation from formlessness