Joseph Brodsky

(24 May 1940 – 28 January 1996 / Leningrad)

Part Of Speech - Poem by Joseph Brodsky

...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,
bares its teeth in a grin at each
encounter. What gets left of a man amounts
to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (5/9/2014 2:52:00 PM)

    Joseph I like this one.nice work (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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