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Two Joseph Brodsky poems for a socially distant May
The Soviet exile won the Nobel Prize in Literature and was appointed poet laureate of the United States
- May 24, 1980
- I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
- carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters,
- lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis,
- dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles.
- From the height of a glacier I beheld half a world, the earthly
- width. Twice have drowned, thrice let knives rake my nitty-gritty.
- Quit the country the bore and nursed me.
- Those who forgot me would make a city.
- I have waded the steppes that saw yelling Huns in saddles,
- worn the clothes nowadays back in fashion in every quarter,
- planted rye, tarred the roofs of pigsties and stables,
- guzzled everything save dry water.
- I’ve admitted the sentries’ third eye into my wet and foul
- dreams. Munched the bread of exile; it’s stale and warty.
- Granted my lungs all sounds except the howl;
- switched to a whisper. Now I am forty.
- What should I say about my life? That it’s long and abhors transparence.
- Broken eggs make me grieve; the omelet, though, makes me vomit.
- Yet until brown clay has been rammed down my larynx,
- only gratitude will be gushing from it.
- For Schoolchildren
- You know, I try, when darkness falls,
- to estimate to some degree —
- by marking off the grief in miles —
- the distance now from you to me.
- And all the figures change to words:
- confusion, which begins at A,
- and hope, which starts at B, move towards
- a terminus (you) far away.
- Two travelers, each one with a light,
- move in the darkness, silent, dumb.
- The distance multiplies all night.
- They count on meeting in the sum.
Joseph Brodsky
Joseph Brodsky (1940-1996) was a Russian poet who settled in America after being exiled by the Soviet regime. From early on, this Leningrad native had defied the Communist stranglehold on Russia. Like fellow Russian exile Alexander Solzhenitsyn fled to America and with the help of fellow expatriate and English-American poet W.H. Auden, settled in Ann Arbor, MI, before taking up teaching positions at Yale, Columbia, Cambridge and the University of Michigan. IN 1987, Brodsky won the Nobel Prize in Literature and in 1991 was appointed poet laureate of the United States. A majority of his poems are imbued with themes of exile and loss.
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Two Joseph Brodsky poems for a socially distant May
The Soviet exile won the Nobel Prize in Literature and was appointed poet laureate of the United States
Two Joseph Brodsky poems for a socially distant May
The Soviet exile won the Nobel Prize in Literature and was appointed poet laureate of the United States
- May 24, 1980
- I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
- carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters,
- lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis,
- dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles.
- From the height of a glacier I beheld half a world, the earthly
- width. Twice have drowned, thrice let knives rake my nitty-gritty.
- Quit the country the bore and nursed me.
- Those who forgot me would make a city.
- I have waded the steppes that saw yelling Huns in saddles,
- worn the clothes nowadays back in fashion in every quarter,
- planted rye, tarred the roofs of pigsties and stables,
- guzzled everything save dry water.
- I’ve admitted the sentries’ third eye into my wet and foul
- dreams. Munched the bread of exile; it’s stale and warty.
- Granted my lungs all sounds except the howl;
- switched to a whisper. Now I am forty.
- What should I say about my life? That it’s long and abhors transparence.
- Broken eggs make me grieve; the omelet, though, makes me vomit.
- Yet until brown clay has been rammed down my larynx,
- only gratitude will be gushing from it.
- For Schoolchildren
- You know, I try, when darkness falls,
- to estimate to some degree —
- by marking off the grief in miles —
- the distance now from you to me.
- And all the figures change to words:
- confusion, which begins at A,
- and hope, which starts at B, move towards
- a terminus (you) far away.
- Two travelers, each one with a light,
- move in the darkness, silent, dumb.
- The distance multiplies all night.
- They count on meeting in the sum.
Joseph Brodsky
Joseph Brodsky (1940-1996) was a Russian poet who settled in America after being exiled by the Soviet regime. From early on, this Leningrad native had defied the Communist stranglehold on Russia. Like fellow Russian exile Alexander Solzhenitsyn fled to America and with the help of fellow expatriate and English-American poet W.H. Auden, settled in Ann Arbor, MI, before taking up teaching positions at Yale, Columbia, Cambridge and the University of Michigan. IN 1987, Brodsky won the Nobel Prize in Literature and in 1991 was appointed poet laureate of the United States. A majority of his poems are imbued with themes of exile and loss.
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