You are my friend, Joseph Brodsky.
I fell in love with you,
and in any life turning
you are here to intrude,
Your face is very proud,
your look is like a hawk's.
to many things despiteful.
But very high although.
You were not happily married
and I want to stay with you,
or you'll begin to depise me
for not being like you.
We'll not lose our friendship.
We are of one caste -
Like on one shelf in heaven -
sparkling unworldly stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a heartfelt tribute to Brodsky - the man as well as the poet. It's impossible to imagine Brodsky without he poems, he is the epitome of the poet, filtering his experience through poetry so that his life was doubled. For many years he published in what used to be America's finest literary magazine, which I read every week - so Imhad a monthly encounter with Brodsky by a poem or a prose article His prose was dense, deep, illuminating - he spread light over whatever topic he wrote on. He became my model of what is called in English the Man of Letters, in other words. literature. But your rapport with him includes a very worthy soul level connection. The word love is most appropriate on such a level.