Joseph Brodsky

(24 May 1940 – 28 January 1996 / Leningrad)

Joseph Brodsky Poems

1. 1 January 1965 12/11/2015
2. A List Of Some Observation... 1/1/2004
3. A Polar Explorer 1/1/2004
4. A Song 1/20/2003
5. Belfast Tune 1/1/2004
6. Bosnia Tune 4/19/2010
7. Daedalus In Sicily 4/19/2010
8. Dutch Mistress 1/1/2004
9. Elegy 1/1/2004
10. Folk Tune 1/1/2004
11. From A School Anthology 4/19/2010
12. Galatea Encore 1/1/2004
13. I Sit By The Window 1/13/2003
14. I Threw My Arms About Those Shoulders 1/1/2004
15. Letter To An Archaeologist 1/1/2004
16. Letters To The Roman Friend 4/19/2010
17. Love 4/19/2010
18. Love 4/19/2010
19. May 24, 1980 1/1/2004
20. Moscow Carol 4/19/2010
21. Odysseus To Telemachus 1/20/2003
22. On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova 4/19/2010
23. Part Of Speech 1/13/2003
24. Seaward 1/1/2004
25. Seven Strophes 1/1/2004
26. Stone Villages 1/1/2004
27. TÖRnfallet 1/20/2003
28. To Urania 1/20/2003
29. Tornfallet 1/1/2004
30. Tsushima Screen 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Joseph Brodsky

A Song

I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims ...

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Part Of Speech

...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice
rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece
of ripened memory which is twice
as hole-ridden as real cheese.
After all these years it hardly matters who
or what stands in the corner, hidden by heavy drapes,
and your mind resounds not with a seraphic "doh",
only their rustle. Life, that no one dares
to appraise, like that gift horse's mouth,

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