Joseph Brodsky

There is a meadow in Swedenwhere I lie smitten,eyes stained with clouds'white ins and outs
And about that meadowroams my widowplaiting a cloverwreath for her lover
I took her in marriagein a granite parish
The snow lent her whitenes...

My dear Telemachus,
The Trojan War is over now;
I don't recall who won it
The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leaveso many dead so far from their own homeland

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The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyesmasts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsizein the frozen straits of Epiphany
February has fewerdays than the other months; therefore, it's more cruelthan the rest
Dearest, it's m...

Bobó is dead, but don't take off your hat
You can't explain why there's no consolation
We cannot pin a butterfly upon the Admiralty spire -- we'd only crush it
The squares of windows no matter where one looks on every side

Twice I awoke this night, and went to the window
The streetlamps were a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep, leading to nothing, like omission points, affording me no comfort and no cheer
I dreamt of you, with child, and now, having l...

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 form