Joseph Brodsky

Joseph Brodsky

Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky (/ˈbrɒdski/; Russian: Ио́сиф Алекса́ндрович Бро́дский [ɪˈosʲɪf ɐlʲɪˈksandrəvʲɪtɕ ˈbrotskʲɪj] (About this soundlisten); 24 May 1940 – 28 January 1996) wБольше
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On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova

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...

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The Funeral Of Bobó

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

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I Sit By The Window

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

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Letter to an Archaeologist

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...

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Two Hours In Reservoir

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

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Tsushima Screen

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...

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Odysseus to Telemachus

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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For Schoolchildren

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...

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Love

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...

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Tornfallet

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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From A School Anthology

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LarionovaE
Larionova

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A list of some observation

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

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