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 to passand turn you on—no need for coke, or grass
I sit by the window
Outside, an aspen

The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter -- God saves all that -- especially the words Of love and pity, as His only way to utter
The harsh pulse pounds and the blo...

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

The Sun's in its orbit,  yet I feel morbid
Act
Ladies and gentlemen and the day
All ye made of sweet human clay

To the President
Joseph
You've climbed the mountain
At its top,the mountain and the climbing stop

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...

Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, uttergarbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;a scalp so often scalded with boiling waterthat the puny brain feels completely cooked
Yes, we have dwelt here: in this concrete, brick, woodenrubble which...

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

You know,
I try, when darkness falls,to estimate to some degree —by marking off the grief in miles —the distance now from you to me
And all the figures change to words:confusion, which begins at A,and hope, which starts at B, move toward...

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...

1I am an anti-fascist
anti-Faust Ich liebe life and I admire chaos Ich bin to wish,
Genosse Offizieren,
Dem Zeit zum Faust for a while spazieren

In such an inexplicable blue,
Upon the stonework to embark,
The little ship of glowing hue Appears in Alexander Park
The little lamp, a yellow rose,

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...

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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

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 him the bestdrives a steamroller across his chest
And the words won't rise either like that rodor like log...