History of the Twentieth Century (A Roadshow) (Joseph Brodsky Poems)
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
1. E. LarionovaE. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel'sand a typist's daughter. Lookedat you like someone studying a clockface.She tried to help ...
1I am an anti-fascist... anti-FaustIch liebe life and I admire chaosIch bin to wish, Genosse Offizieren,Dem Zeit zum Faust for ...
From Martial Now is windy and the waves are cresting overFall is soon to come to change the place entirely.Change of ...
You, the brutal-hearted sky-scraping mountain tribes!Lamb and horseflesh - is all your menu describes;Long beards and handcrafted rugs, your loud ...
As you pour yourself a scotchCrush a roach or check your watchAs your hands adjust your tie people dieIn the ...
In such an inexplicable blue,Upon the stonework to embark,The little ship of glowing hueAppears in Alexander Park.The little lamp, a ...
Since mistakes are inevitable, I can easily be takenfor a man standing before you in this room filledwith yourselves. Yet ...
All his life he was building something, inventing something.Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,so as to cuckold the ...
My dear Telemachus,The Trojan Waris over now; I don't recall who won it.The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would ...
Twice I awoke this night, and wentto the window. The streetlamps werea fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep,leading to ...
M.B. I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly forward, merging now ...
There is a meadow in Swedenwhere I lie smitten,eyes stained with clouds'white ins and outs.And about that meadowroams my widowplaiting ...
I wish you were here, dear,I wish you were here.I wish you sat on the sofaand I sat near.The handkerchief ...
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, uttergarbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;a scalp so often scalded with boiling waterthat the puny brain ...
From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember,dear respectful my darling, doesn't mattereven who, for the face, speaking frankly,is ...
The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
The stone-built villages of England. A cathedral bottled in a pub window. Cows dispersed across fields. Monuments to kings. A ...
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
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