Joseph Brodsky

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.…

A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. Water is glass's most public form. Man is more frightening than its skelet…

All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face adding the date in question like a mole to…

I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near.…

İki kez uyandım geceleyin: uykusuz pencere kenarında yanan lambaları gördüm bitirilmemiş tümceleri bitirmeye çalışan noktalar gibi düşümde işittiğim.…

Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to frown when someone gets hurt.…

Sen bardağına içki doldurur bir böceği ezer ya da saatine bakarken parmakların kravatını düzeltirken insanlar ölüyor…

As you pour yourself a scotch Crush a roach or check your watch As your hands adjust your tie people die…

All his life he was building something, inventing something. Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer, so as to cuckold the king. Then a labyrinth, the time for the king himse…

A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left of the naked brain. In this country laid flat for th…

About a year has passed. I've returned to the place of the battle, to its birds that have learned their unfolding of wings from a subtle lift of a surprised eyebrow, or perhaps fro…

It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the best drives a steamroller across his ch…

1. E. Larionova E. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel's and a typist's daughter. Looked at you like someone studying a clockface.…

As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by a leaf-coated pond a statue stands white like a blight of winter.…

I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of the Gothic style would come to pass and turn you on--no need for coke, or grass.…