Poems by Joseph Brodsky

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A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm.
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
Here's a girl from a dangerous town
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals.
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up,
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up,
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't
I said fate plays a game without a score,
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey.
I was but what you'd brush
The stone-built villages of England.
Everything has its limit, including sorrow.
There is a meadow in Sweden
The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes

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