Belfast Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, ...
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
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