To Joseph Brodsky.29.06.2016 Poem by Liza Sud
To Joseph Brodsky.29.06.2016
My one and only addressee -
So far away that I can't see
What for do I write poems? -
To be like you, Iosif.
You are so colossal and great,
Above two countries, the whole world!
A prophet of the better day.
Your poems are cold and hot!
Indignant, serious, no jokes.
Only the all- perceiving thought!
In eyes - the light's refreshing ray/
I value you so much today!
My favorite oxymoron.
I feel it now as years ago.
And through the screen - the wall of glass -
Eternity stuns between us.
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Иосифу Бродскому.29.06.2016
Единственный мой адресат!
Так далеко - не повидать.
Зачем пишу свои стихи?
Иосиф, чтобы быть, как ты!
Ты колоссален и велик -
Над двумя странами - весь мир.
Пророк для будущего дня,
В стихах - морозен и горяч.
Не шут, серьезен и высок,
И мысль твоя пронзает все!
Луч света освежит меня -
Сегодня так ценю тебя!
Любимый мой оксюморон -
Я знала все еще давно.
Как сквозь экран - стена стекла -
Меж нами вечность замерла!
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4/23/2024 5:26:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm with you completely as an admirer of Joseph Brodsky. He used to write frequently in the NEW YORKER MAGAZINE which I once read regularly. Their staff photographer Richard Avedon made a wonderful portrait of him I used to have on the wall behind my desk at school. The presence of that great poet and great human being was so reassuring to me. I felt like I knew him.