Joseph Brodsky Poems

From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
Fall is soon to come to change the place entirely.
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There is a meadow in Sweden

where I lie smitten,
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There is a meadow in Sweden
where I lie smitten,
eyes stained with clouds'
white ins and outs.
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Twice I awoke this night, and went
to the window. The streetlamps were
a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep,
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In such an inexplicable blue,
Upon the stonework to embark,
The little ship of glowing hue
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The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter --
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1. E. Larionova
E. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel's
and a typist's daughter. Looked
at you like someone studying a clockface.
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All his life he was building something, inventing something.
Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,
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The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes
masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize
in the frozen straits of Epiphany. February has fewer
days than the other months; therefore, it's more cruel
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The Wise Men will unlearn your name.
Above your head no star will flame.
One weary sound will be the same—
the hoarse roar of the gale.
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