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 ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,And with a new-washed morning face,He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,The finished ...
(It is reported that women in Stuttgart have been forbidden by military proclamation to cast amorous glances on the British ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart ...
Looks as though a cyclone hit him—Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;An' his cheeks are rough like leather,Made ...
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin with him, unshaven. Though not, ...
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Have you ever heard the comment noticed the body language someone different maybe not in "church" attire the eyes saying, ...
Are we done Oh, yeah Words, lectures Blur, babble Stumble out of bed Clothes, clean or dirty Unshaven, unkempt Skim ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
Unshaven and thin, with an angular face He's lain on my mattress for several days. A cast-iron shadow hangs down ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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