Belfast Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
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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