Joseph Brodsky

Read Time < 1 mins   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 passand turn you on–no need for coke, or grass.I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen.When I loved, I loved deeply. It wasn’t often. I said the forest’s only part […]

Read Time < 1 mins   Elegy 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 from a razor blade – wings, now the shade of early twilight, now of state bad blood. Now the place