Michael Hofmann describes the poetry of Zbigniew Herbert:
There was a novelty, a surprise, an unpredictability, an ongoing untangling as one read....The poem remade itself—squeezed itself out as of a tube—before one's very eyes. It is like reading something still wet, not set, not combed.
In my opinion, Michael Hofmann is also describing the prose of his essay. Incomparable!
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