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 ...
1. E. LarionovaE. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel'sand a typist's daughter. Lookedat you like someone studying a clockface.She tried to help ...
My dear Telemachus,The Trojan Waris over now; I don't recall who won it.The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would ...
From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember,dear respectful my darling, doesn't mattereven who, for the face, speaking frankly,is ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
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