A list of some observation – Joseph Brodsky

A list of some observation. In a corner, it’s warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it’s dwelt on. Water is glass’s most public…

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A Polar Explorer – Joseph Brodsky

All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter over his spouse’s sepia-shaded face…

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Belfast Tune – Joseph Brodsky

Here’s a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to frown when someine gets hurt….

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Dutch Mistress – Joseph Brodsky

A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what’s left of the naked brain. In…

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Elegy – Joseph Brodsky

It’s not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it’s more like high time for the lad’s last nap. And the scarf-waving lass who wished…

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Folk Tune – Joseph Brodsky

It’s not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it’s more like high time for the lad’s last nap. And the scarf-waving lass who wished…

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Galatea Encore – Joseph Brodsky

As though the mercury’s under its tongue, it won’t talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by a leaf-coated pond a statue…

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 I Sit By The Window – Joseph Brodsky

I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you’ve got caviar? The triumph of the Gothic style would come…

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 I threw my arms about those shoulders… – Joseph Brodsky

Darling, you think it’s love, it’s just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as from the next compartment throttles…

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Letter to an Archaeologist – Joseph Brodsky

Citizen, enemy, mama’s boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that the puny brain feels completely…

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May 24, 1980 – Joseph Brodsky

I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived by the sea, flashed aces…

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Part Of Speech – Joseph Brodsky

…and when “the future” is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ripened memory which is twice…

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Seaward – Joseph Brodsky

Darling, you think it’s love, it’s just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as from the next compartment throttles…

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Seven Strophes – Joseph Brodsky

I was but what you’d brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening’s raven-black hush. I was but what your…

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Stone Villages – Joseph Brodsky

The stone-built villages of England. A cathedral bottled in a pub window. Cows dispersed across fields. Monuments to kings. A man in a moth-eaten suit…

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To Urania – Joseph Brodsky

Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may rattle the keys, gurgle down…

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Tsushima Screen – Joseph Brodsky

The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the frozen straits of Epiphany. February…

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Turnfallet – Joseph Brodsky

There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds’ white ins and outs. And about that meadow roams my widow…

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