A Polar Explorer (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
O WHEN she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, O when she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, And when ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
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