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 ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
The Shah Jehan sat with his much-loved wife, The Empress Mahal, one hot summer day,In a cool arbor far from courtly ...
JIS DUM YAZID SHAAM MEIN MASNAD-NASHIN HUWA,SUB MULK ROOSIYAH KE ZEERE RANGEEN HUWA,SHABBIR SE ZIYAD USAY BUGHZ-O-KEEN HUWA,E'IZAAYE AHLEBAIT KE ...
Fortunatus, a fisherman Dane, Set out on a sudden for Spain, Because, runs the story, He'd met with a hoary Mysterious sorcerer chap, Who, trouble ...
READER--gentle--if so beSuch still live, and live for me,Will it please you to be toldWhat my tenscore pages hold?Here are ...
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fear,But the bravest by far in the ...
WHEN for me the silent oarParts the Silent River,And I stand upon the shoreOf the strange Forever,Shall I miss the ...
Let the mouth of the liar, forsooth, be filled with dust;But kiss the man's mouth, that uttereth truthful words!Every deed ...
My invocations are sincere and true,They form my ablutions and prayers due.One glance of guide such joy and warmth cangrant,On ...
There is lamentation everywhere, from the hand of death!In every place, in every habitation, from the hand of death!'The form ...
IF I were successor to Shah Jehan,Or rightful heir to the Great Mogul,Or the Sultan who sits in Istambul,Or the ...
drink even a sip from the wine-cup in the absence of my beloved live even for a ...
SANT BULLEH SHAHBulla ki jaana main kaun Bulla ki jaana main kaunNa main moman vich maseetan Na main vich kufar ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Grief is hard upon me, Master, for she has left me;The black dust has covered my pretty one.My heart is ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
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