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

Comments about Joseph Brodsky

  • Liza Sudina Liza Sudina (9/12/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    GENIUS! My favorite poet! ! !

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  • Jay Warier (7/25/2009 6:29:00 AM)

    What a beautiful poem 'A Song' is!

  • Jay Warier (7/25/2009 6:29:00 AM)

    What a beautiful poem 'A Song' is!

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, ...

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Odysseus To Telemachus

My dear Telemachus,
The Trojan War
is over now; I don't recall who won it.
The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave
so many dead so far from their own homeland.
But still, my homeward way has proved too long.
While we were wasting time there, old Poseidon,
it almost seems, stretched and extended space.

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