to take objects out of their royal silence one must use either a stratagem or a crime. the frozen lake of a door is broken by the knocking of a carouser, a goblet dropped on the parquet floor gives an abrupt shriek like a glass bird, and the house which has been set on fire talks with the loquacious language of flames, with the language of a breathless epic poet, about what the bed, the chests and the curtain were silent. zbigniew herbert
