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 ...
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
ARGUMENT.ADDRESS to the Shade of Guttemberg--State of man before the Invention of Letters--Efforts of Ambition to perpetuate his fame--Birth of ...
IIn the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,Headlong convexities of forest, drawn in together to the steepravine. ...
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
Since I have found the Highest of things and the Depths of themalso, rude am I as a God, cloaked ...
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, And yellowhammers gathering the dry bentsBy the dyke side, on stilly moor or ...
ABOVE the valley, rich and fair,On flashing pinions, glittering, gay,You hover in the upper air,A bird of prey.Snarling across the ...
A RONDEAU BY COUPERINQuiet form of silent nun,What has given you to my inward eyes?What has marked you, unknown one,In ...
voices to voices,lip to lipi swear(to noone everyone)constitutesundying;or whatever this and that petal confutes…to exist being a peculiar form of ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence--- Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--- Nine little Goblins that had no ...
Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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