[to Joseph Brodsky] Poem by Ilma Rakusa
[to Joseph Brodsky]
Was the sofa red?
The transatlantic trunk
stood there like a boat
bound for America.
Flag trunk books all
on an even keel. You left
so suddenly but from a need
and as it tumed out
for ever. Now you are dead.
Translated by Andrew Winnard
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: america,books
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