I threw my arms about those shoulders (Joseph Brodsky Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Ink-black, but moving independentlyacross the black and white parquet of print,the ant cancels the author out. The page,translated to itself, ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
On a fateful day, an unlucky time,Unannounced, it may happen thus:Stifling, blacker still than a monasteryUtter madness descends on us.Bitter ...
WHY do I grind from morn till night,And sick or well sit down to write?Why do I line my brow ...
Why so late in ebon cases Keep your tasselled finery, While so many sylvan fairies Trip it now right vernally? ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
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