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To Urania
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The
France,
work
of Peter
Harry Thomas's
translation of
Mr.
and Gorchakov"
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BY JOSEPH BRODSKY
Elegy for John Donne and Other Poems
Selected
Poems
A Part of Speech
Less
Than One
To Urania
To Urania
TO URANIA
JOSEPH BRODSKY
Farrar, Straus
New
and Giroux
York
Copyright
Many
in Russian
To Urania.
Translations from the Russian of selected poems from
and Uraniia.
Chast'rechi
1.
Brodskii, Iosif.
English.
PG3479.4.R64
Translations,
I.
Title.
891.7144
1988
87-24589
originally-
poems
first
appeared in The
New
A Variation,"
Ann
to
form.
to
Contents
To a Friend: In Memoriam
October
Tune
A Polar Explorer
Lithuanian Nocturne
27
28
30
Allenby Road
31
32
A Variation
36
Polonaise:
38
47
49
Sextet
53
57
Minefield Revisited
Near Alexandria
58
Tsushima Screen
60
Roman Elegies
To Urania
18
63
64
70
61
44
The Bust of
71
Tiberius
Seven Strophes
74
The Residence
75
76
Summer
82
Eclogue V:
Venetian Stanzas I
90
Venetian Stanzas II
93
Seaward
96
Galatea Encore
97
98
Variation in
Letter to an Archaeologist
Kellomaki
100
Ex Voto
Elegy
105
106
The Fly
Belfast
99
107
Tune
116
117
Afterword
119
Come to My Servicer
122
"Slave,
In Italy
In
126
Memoriam
127
Notes
173
131
To Urania
May
I
24,
1980
carved
lived
by the
an
oasis,
tails,
on
truffles.
let
knives rake
my nitty-gritty.
Now I am forty.
What should I say about life? That it's long and abhors transparence.
Broken eggs make me grieve; the omelette, though, makes me vomit.
Yet until brown clay has been crammed down
only gratitude will be gushing from
1980
my larynx,
it.
To a Friend: In Memoriam
It's
for
better omitted
since
for
them
no
it's
arduous task
to
for the
same earthly
you
and because I'm up here and, frankly, apart from this paltry
talk of slabs, am too distant for you to distinguish a voice,
an Aesopian chant, in that homeland of bottle-struck livers,
where you fingered your course to the pole in the moist universe
of mean, blabbering squinchers and whispering, innocent beavers;
it's
for you,
name
widowed
conductress,
begot
an adorer
a white-fanged
little
gendarmes in
a
monogamous
may you
lie,
as
full gear,
you, a tramper through hell and high water and the meaningless
sentence,
who
took
life like a
smelly
shortcut.
Man of sidewalks, you'd say, "This will do," adding, "for the
duration,"
as
you
whose few buttons alone were what kept you from disintegration.
Gloomy Charon in vain seeks the coin in your tightly shut shell,
its
importance.
197
I Translated
by the author
October
A stuffed quail
on the mantelpiece minds
The
its tail.
patch
lit.
Polar Explorer
the diary.
is
no space
And,
is
sister.
queen,
it
burlesque half-nude
Lithuanian Nocturne
To Thomas Venclova
from fist-ravaged
lips
lisp.
and a
with.
to
tamper
A semblance of face
blots the
dark windowpane
downpour.
ii
having abandoned
its
my
From the
fish soup's
odor
is
oozing.
And a
cart-riding Jew,
sty.
late for
it,
IV
Take
say,
an early return
text: a
of the quote
back to
its
Manifesto's
Thus
away.
curtains:
I'll
etc.,
vanish as fast as
widens
its
fright:
with
I
its
multiple rings,
but on
less brittle
wings.
Evening
in the
in a destitute province.
wades the
Empire,
A conifer force
like a card
played in
a cheerless pursuit.
suit.
VI
Every speech
after
midnight
feels like
Lady Godiva.
up the
mattress's sighs,
of the national
saliva
dislikes
man
That's
of
with
that's
its
your
whence,
too, one's
whole
life's
comma-bound
It is
upward
in
lisping,
your hair
spinoffs:
the drain;
affair.
thence also
its
my washed-out appearance
down
with
threats to invade
willow twigs,
them
etc.;
a horizon, a fate.
VIII
your
subjects,
Our inkpot
Doodling
my margin-prone
hearthbound and
luckless!
herringbone,
twisted sheets
as a bruise that
still sits
to the
like
some
that
old squinting
fence,
mouth
tongue and
of
your namesake!
to find its
alter, like
IX
we are,
frankly, a double:
your breath
dims the same windowpane that
We're each
my features befuddle.
other's
remote
amalgam underneath,
in a lackluster puddle,
a simultaneous nod.
Twist your
I'll
lips
I'll
respond to your
I'll
We're
mutual
threat,
change does
its
note.
it
for addresses are
back.
what makes
reality
hark
yellow
eaten
is
you in
this
but above
all,
the pose:
damp
hemp nightgown, in her high-voltage curlers,
in her many-miled,
XI
eye, well
and
aching,
its
weary
where
of youth,
Meanwhile,
soldiers
reality, like
kingdom
where logs
and split back into logs, where daylight
grabs what night's left unhidden
under tight eyelids' locks.
XII
sound
flat
gleam
silver
and
cries a-plenty:
lead.
XIII
A swatch of a cloud
in his boots
and
a by-blow
oxygen
proud
gets
and prayers,
and
his
jigs, decrees,
sextets,
with anathema-sayers,
a cathedral.
me: for
invisibility
embers
and stare
think,
its
soul, as a well-taken hint
fits
all profit
xv
but a
me added
that tempestuous
sermon
So don't envy
of social bliss.
me at it,
simply note
in this faint apparition a kin
or an aspect of air
like these
sound more
by some
bravely clicking a
slurring voice
like houseflies
tin,
satiate
ever-naked Urania
Only
she,
is
to rejoice!
Muse
our Muse of forgotten
our
and
in full,
use
xvi
gravitation,
don't
light self
from
its
from its hair-shirted nation,
from let's loosen the trap
you: from letters, from pages, from sound's
love for sense, from incorporeality's passion
toward mass, and from freedom's, alas,
and
having thus
up
to ink-
XVII
Muse of dots
lost in space!
throat
avoid lamentation,
to
not to go overboard,
that
is,
little
and regard
of air,
of
pure
air!
Air indeed
the epilogue
nobody stands
to inhabit
which all
to return to.
is
syllables long
needles
air's
XVIII
ahead
straight
swarms
en
face:
of those
lips
before us.
XIX
In the kingdom of
In
its
air!
equality of
world where,
like
where a
star gets
its
breathes.
assaults.
XX
That
is
why it is pure!
is
to
and tracheas,
your blackboard in white.
1
XXI
In the sky
far above the Lithuanian hills
for the
and
St.
Nicholas's
mumbling in
sift
sunken
1974
heart.
ether,
Twenty Sonnets
Mary Queen
to
of Scots
Mary,
I call
them
a statue,
ii
scaffold, clippety-clop.
say, the
axman's blade
late)
back
is
whose plushy
European evening.
to the Spartacus,
cozier than a
womb
and not a
"Bugger
off."
stunned
sparrow in your
hair.
cross
between
IV
I later
loved
quite likely
I
is
whose edge
A crown, alas,
monument)
that
is,
argument
so different
from a
cot.
To your
slut.
VI
1
loved you.
it's
And my
only pain)
I tried to
you
(it
seems,
shoot myself
not so simple.
is
stabs
still
love of
And
using a gun
kept
I
me from acting.
what a mess!
Jesus,
many things
the bloodstream
fire,
at once,
touch
"your
hips," I
must
your
delete
lips.
VII
Paris
is still
the same.
The Place
des Vosges
as
once
it
of people
Paris
by
first to
blurt
night, a restaurant
And in comes
"How's
life?"
What chic
shirt.
The girlfriend in
a swoon.
In
(discovered in
Your Highness's
2
time, methinks),
a stove
to the
haughty
Slavs.
come
sailing in.
and shoes
of bast
together. Severed
by a wooden
blade.
IX
"Us?
And later
winter,
army
choir.
time seems a teeny
bit
more confident
least
you
XI
knocks
off
quite indiscriminately.
Farewell,
young dudes,
The
ill-
all to hell.
whose
still
That's
their booze:
it,
distant
Siam
swill
No one has
"There are a
lot of
you!"
XII
Take
Young Friedrich
You never dreamt, I bet,
Schiller, say.
to History.
bed.
let
me stress:
creatures
2 2
XIII
"They have
"They have,
alas."
Could be
she's got
wench whichever
case
mean,
it's
in."
XIV
so
is
many fingers'
failure to decipher
your
petticoats,
one has
to
one's
awkward
self. It's
not 'cause so
and
so
for
much water
punish but
much blood
equally blue
but
have erected,
I
you,
glass.
xv
to raise the
got
roofbeams higher
nor was
it
2 3
(which
is
some
will cry
it's
not)
would admire,
no,
XVI
As
by the dark,
like a
doused
its
up
fire,
pores of bark,
there.
setter's
bark
on withered winter
crops, forlorn
and
stark.
The thing
that dragged
2 4
among spectators,
it
it
was such a
sight
XVIII
whatever
isn't it all
the same,
he has to chew
wager you became
tasteless crusts
in years to
come?
accustomed
I'll
mound
Forgive
Yes, separation
is
no
fool, to
own
ax.
XIX
The
Scots
At
leaving no
The
lakes
oil,
to
It looks like
And you
in this jardin of
And
there are
but the
XX
sung
this
2 5
I'd
rummag*
with her
on
(b) the
(c)
moments
of
grammatical voodoo.
is
Katmandu.
hand
Leading the
to
everything
life I lead, I
we do.
am grateful to
1974
/ Translated
2 6
North Baltic
To CM.
having stopped
show
The
Berlin Wall
Tune
This
by Jack.
where the rumpled buck
and where Hans gets killed.
is
This
stops,
This
This
is
is
the spot
is
Yet trying
he built
it
barbed-wire meshes
of
discreet.
skeins
Beyond
this
it
like
both views
were, of Jews.
2 8
Come to
this scornful of
is
making sure
it's
someone screams,
not due to bad dreams.
that
if
your
like
who's
just
left his
Given
at will;
that,
who has
only time
it's
guts
enough
to
while couples
lie in
and
other walls:
false
flesh.
come to this
wall,
and
see.
1980
2 9
Dutch Mistress
naked brain.
flat for
Germany and
seagulls are
its
a coroner's
ear
skin gains
its
distant, lordly
[1981
Allenby Road
street gives
up
settling for
its foe,
or detail
be
it
is
a lot of guilt
nobody picks
this brick
filled
1981
sleep.
The
Fifth AnniversaryJune
4,
1977
thrill
your
idle
eye with
(true or bogus)
its
quick hocus-pocus.
effects are
lies
drowned
in
murky waters.
there.
A kid stares down his dad there all the way to breeches.
There rockets carry up crafts filled with barking bitches
plus officers whose pay suggests the upper reaches.
There weeds submit to green: a sort of common harness.
A principle of sound owes to a bee that's harmless.
possess
3 2
At
more eager.
There on
a rainy
They say,
"It's
There fish
scales shine
with
tin, in lakes
where
There snatches
of old tunes
hang
it's
a collector's item.
fail to
hide them.
late at night
folds
3 3
The landscape's
There gray
grew up
dull,
and
the rage
is all
no enigmas, signs
the
tint of
Was kept,
in cells.
Admired
There
thought
would
If
in heavens.
its
a guilty secret,
windswept
liquid.
die.
that I
means
less
I see
my error.
tell
The
is
a greater factor
sense of
loss, as
much
as
this
in
loss.
it.
It
would be odder
still
to lie there
a black cast-iron
3 4
Gorgon
the spheres
as
still
tolerate
Muse's
prattle.
by the Parcae's
shuttle:
my C0 2 life rattle,
sends
its
to fate
since
as well. I face
fate
it
appears,
Scratch on,
need no guide; at
least, it follows.
This won't be heard up North, nor where hot sands hug cactus.
I
don't
Scratch on,
3 5
Polonaise:
Variation
To Z.K.
As the lamps
one's
own
of the
flare up,
one
rooms whose
air savors
every ounce
full
blitz
heading
of tall
east,
hemp.
by getting hitched
your mattress.
only once,
let
an army across
ii
Reddish
of
its
tiles of
To your woolen
stockings
the
iris
tint,
Long a
silhouette to yourself,
fall into
you won't
3 6
effaces.
useless.
Ill
pure.
size
bomb
it
is
3 7
The
New
Jules
Verne
Loseff
A naked monkey
A squall tears off the punch line of a joke, and the captain's bare
fists
At
guileless.
spyglass
n
You can
from a sailor
by the swishing silk of his underwear,
by the quality of what he eats and where,
by the repetition of some meaningless question and a general
tell
a passenger
air
of failure.
You can
tell
a sailor
from a lieutenant
or, say,
a pennant.
his buying
smokes by the carton.
You can
tell
a captain
by the memory of
And only a
is
his in-laws,
which
he thinks,
loses,
its
accuracy.
feet the
in
"What a
It's this
".
frightful sun:
but what
if
it
Has
this
And we are
to sink!
have had
a sour
"Who is that?"
."
.
IV
as in
."
.
what?" "What
is
"Oh, that
but
it's
maybe
."
.
The sea
firma.
is
It's
at.
The sea
as
human
feeling
"Teddy."
Dick
The
is
a better tender.
sea
is filled
The clipper's unswerving on
sails
Space's answer
blue track.
behind. Taut
its
is
marks
in profile.
in the back.
VII
Exchange in a Cabin
"Irina!" "Ah, what?" "Take a look at that thing, Irina."
"But I am asleep." "All the same. Look!" "Where?" "In the porthole.
like samba
What is that?" "Looks like somebo
like submarine
.
Huh?
What
completely naked."
"Yes, but just look!" "Oh, stop pushing me!"
look. Yes,
But
it's
it coils.
But
think
take
"You
it
a gigantic octopus!
see?" "Well,
Nikolai!!!"
VIII
The
it's
full of
sea
is
While on the
reflects things
surface, a
Submerged, he gets
suddenly he
There, underneath,
Life appears to
Submerged,
this
wish reversed;
feels a thirst.
green.
IX
is
hard
Yet in a sense
to inhale.
it's
populous:
Main thing:
it's
Sometimes
dark.
strain
becomes
I
resolve to
"It's like
less black.
womb
Still,
water as such
is
for
yours truly.
Am
still
searching.
But when
All
Some
all I
hear
is
grapefruit.
'Hoolie-hoolie.'
memo-
rize.
understand,
the
and
so forth.
hottest
The octopus
('opus' for
some) avenges
Promised
from,
is,
my
The octopus
all
around.
."
.
That's the last Mile Blanche Delarue heard from Jacques Benz,
navigator.
4 2
or a shark with
its
streamlined head.
down
the track of
is
valiant
long afterward, the waves toss the remnants of their brief sally:
masts, a rat
sadly.
The
Silent
slants
The horizon's improving. The air's filled with iodine and salt.
Far away, breakers pummel with great abandon
some inanimate object. And the bell of old
keeps tolling grimly at Lloyd's of London.
[
1977
4 3
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV
I
on
its
urge to
its
target's virtues,
Stones
a second army.
is
seized
by a
film's
hard
ripples.
ii
is
driving
of a snow-covered mine,
Mahomet's,
to
move
a mountain.
in
The
at
evening in Asia.
sprawling piles of
The
fuel
dung smolders,
mud bottom.
legs stiffen in
4 4
numbness.
It
The dreams
is
getting as complicated
as building a house
and diamonds.
Nothing is stable (one puff and it's over)
or
little
village.
drowning
moon
v
Idle,
inhaled
now by no one,
air.
Murder's a blatant
way of dying,
form
of parrots,
life's fly
for catching
either
4 5
atlas. Its
all
uncoiling.
VII
the
And
shame has
all
gone
also a-shake
to the
hen
banners)
coops,
of reveille,
anything blackens,
it's
1980
Translated by Alan
4 6
a wonder.
Myers
To this
an echo
permanence, stain by
stain.
becomes a
pallor
windows
new shores,
to
Still, if
that
with
too,
is, if
must be enjoyed
where
1980
4 8
The Hawk's Cry
in
Autumn
move
that he glimpses
the
hills' lofty,
ragged
strewn across
thermometers
of leaves
and churches'
spires. Still,
claws balled up
like a
sunken
down
fist
the thrust
to a nest
of grass
trust,
sister's ghost.
flesh,
4 9
still:
propelled
sense,
enlarging
of
its
it
at the
by the same
swift token,
expense
up
at the sky,
and
lifted
him
he
he
Casting a
chimneys
of
tells
gaze,
that
downward
growing dim,
all
whose
it's
what altitude
pride.
of wing,
Heeling over a
tip
resilient air
and
terror.
is,
mix
of fury
So once again
balls, as sins
he's driven
upward
send a sinner
this
higher! Into
to faith, or near,
time as well!
still
so
warm!
hell
stars
What,
Not with
his
always meant
is
the reverse.
the end.
it: it's
"mechanical," for
for nobody, for
it's
aluminum;
meant
no living
ears:
tears
slashes the
whole sky
across.
squeal,
seems
to reel
We,
standing where
we are,
exclaim
is
in October,
starlike,
silver-clad, crystal-bound,
him, a glittering
dot, a pearl.
yet
its
And in a twinkling
commas,
of flying
make a green
slope appear
swarm out
1975
Translated by Alan
5 2
Myers
and. the
author
Sextet
To Mark Strand
gushes silence.
of
Europe mount
stations.
A pleasant odor
Wherever you
the world
set
your
sole or toe,
should be done,
fill
An eyelid twitches
the time.
as
poison the
daily grind.
The monstrosity
of what's
familiar.
ii
too dark.
to the
left
Sit
Southern
lilt
of a small
monkey who
by steamer,
horizon's ant,
and camp
5 3
among the icebergs, among the plump
walruses as they bathe their babies.
allow your
trip's goal to
be
is
in
an
Built to
calm
an immobile comet.
Night.
being your
The
still
dine alone,
in other
over "The
words
New Restrictions."
on
of flies
In the
afterlife,
gills.
IV
swings creak
of violets.
floor.
locks.
it,
At night,
milky/swarthy/abandoned nude
an anonymous painful painting.
their
muddy
show up;
so
coops;
shame
the verging
of
white jacket
is
an aquarium, panic?
A Mecca of
it:
VI
Most
resolutely not!
5 5
first,
the second,
an
is
light,
mercy from
Still, if it
comes
to the point
acrylic
say,
I Translated
5 6
by the author
Minefield Revisited
You, guitar-shaped
of chords,
affair
dark
at
dusk especially
in the corridor,
strum me a tune of
of
steaming squadron
in the nursery,
the
5 7
Near Alexandria
To Carl
is
Proffer
shooting
its
From a
a blueprint of ruins
and glances
east.
all
the bucket,
relaxes fondling
its
hooded twin.
is
to
words,
is
by the
5 8
trust their
by
knack
termites.
its
[1982
only nipple.
5 9
Tsushima Screen
The perilous yellow sun
follows with
its
slant eyes
than the
to
rest.
Dearest,
wrap up our
sailing
it's
it's
more
cruel
more sound
round
in fingers.
Law
Martial
Carol
stars.
my Polish friends
All
naughty boy
manacles in
joy.
From
a stubborn
brow
As
it
pores becoming
cells,
Hungry
faces.
Squalor.
Unabashed
Grime.
not so
or
crushed
much by tanks
by submachine
we deposit in.
6
Deeper than the depth
of your thoughts or mine
is
in the
Vujek mine;
that
hand whose
craft
though photographed.
Powerless
Still, it
is
speech.
bests a tear
in attempts to reach,
crossing the frontier,
for the
of
heavy hearts
my Polish friends.
1980
6 2
Folk
It's
it's
more
like
And the scarf -waving lass who wished him the best
drives a steamroller across his chest.
eyes
all
in thick
But
cell.
it
thrall.
1980
6 3
Roman
Elegies
To Benedetto Craveri
of a private
Roman
its
childhood hour.
Thus an opera
By nightfall,
iris;
The month
of stalled
pendulums. Only a
The numerals on
is
droning
its
fly in
August
busy hymn.
of furniture
wrapped
in cotton
its idle,
grabby
no
wish
6 4
Ill
The tiled,
midsummer.
eyes, like a
happy
sinner,
broken
lines,
A bard of
unmanly,
And,
like a
book
at
once opened to
all its
pages,
drift like a
IV
The swish
A humming
its
summit
nothing matters
tell
the
owner
Jig, little
as
6 5
follow
close!
the pauper
letters
the
sill's
sweetbriar:
higher
VI
mews
acquires
which narrows
cavity
air,
flaps its
the stucco
sultry, porous
of Horace.
awakened
in a developed future.
VII
Light reaps
it
6 6
has sown: an
awkward
body hides in a crack while its shadow shutters
windows are looking northward,
where the more one boozes the less one matters.
walls. In these parts, all
North!
even
its
as, at sunset,
a cornice
VIII
is
too
of the brain
skipping
proper to
of
its
grooves
settle
remaining
now
life,
completeness, for
it is
for a
altogether
measly fraction
attempts to fashion
hums
to what's-to-be-shorter.
This
is
a genuine
Bosoms, ringlets of
Heaven-baked
and
You breed
immortals: those
much more a
6 7
as Kazimir's
dream image
I,
with feverish
wine from
lips
whole world's
rib cage,
a tender collar-
is
as pale as a cheek
Mimicking local
pines,
little
x
embrace the ether!
cull
tulle quiver.
That's precisely
because
we are nothings;
speckled
the body
is
space's reversal,
is
the tutor
eloquence pours from the rusted
it's
cold
repeating
lips,
and
it's
splitting
XI
Private
life.
By means
something
Let's
lips.
of a blue shirt
still
have some
Yoked by
the teeth
may winnow
a glance
from
the
tail
6 8
still
XII
Lean
over.
I'll
whisper something
to you: I
am
and
me
Doesn't matter
if it's
it
for
it is
your hem.
if
[1981
6 9
To Urania
To
Everything has
its limit,
l.K.
including sorrow.
Loneliness cubes a
down
a swallow.
man at random.
And what is
space
and even.
numerous.
And
still
1981
like lace
underwear.
The Bust
of Tiberius
too,
late.
round, your
city. Bustle,
shrieking
traffic.
I,
a standard stranger,
A head
jawbone
Rome:
swarms
of infants
stiff
sausage.
A delight in tune
the mouths
mumbling
of babes indeed!
we have a bust
from body:
(a) one's
is
own
likeness,
(b)
one
Imperial. Should
that
own,
Not one
Nor, in
its
turn, does
it:
some
Ah, Tiberius!
matter what Suetonius
classic landscape.
What does it
cum Tacitus still mutter,
seeking causes
own
effects,
the
have no part of
is
really to
It
never elevates
truth.
None,
us.
Caesars especially.
you seem
in
form
the
common
free fall in
vacuum?
in which, alas,
is
falling.
The brown,
reality-escaping Tiber
down
peers
to
where no one
not
victims,
in her
(that
to
is
no
to say, if
be wiped
off
the earth
than by neurotics.
by hell-bound
Still in
fiends
your twenties,
harsh tongues
from
leaves,
insistent
is
like
wrapped
clamor of majority.
soiling tall
of
life.
distant drone
responding
to the quality of
space
It
I,
too,
me speaking!
from rank
reality.
I,
too,
became an island
I,
too,
by consequence
to overtake causation?
gives
to curse us,
then? a star?
that's
will shudder
"Bust,"
it
hard in
and give up
digging.
Bust. Bust."
7 3
Seven Strophes
was but what you'd brush
with your palm, what your leaning
brow would hunch to in evening's
I
raven-black hush.
features, a
later
It
was you, on
face.
my right,
sighs,
It
who laid
in
my raw cavern
a voice calling
was
you back.
practically blind.
Thus some
leave behind
spins
and
{1981
markers
spins.
The Residence
An attractive mansion on the avenue of Sardanapalus.
hall, like a
lets
grandniece poke
its
But
it
i.e.,
'
class.
his wing.
it's
alders.
Here
in the evening
to the lilac
he knew in
by the
split.
1983
7 5
magnus ab
aetas;
vergil, Eclogue IV
I
it
darkens the
snow, dooms
them
to
tall
alders
by having freighted
less
fervor pick
up the trail,
Every "Down
up the tune
in the Valley"
a chilled boogie-woogie.
cold represents, as
to the
or
body
of
the earth
for
its
its
it
itself,
for sure,
were, a message
final
galactic past,
is,
A bitter, brittle
temperature
sub-zero horrors.
In February,
Imperative
to a
snowman's
profile,
7 6
carrots get
a brow,
fiercer
itself.
This, while
objects, still
may allow
greater passion,
you dream
of a door,
where,
Londons; where
too, in the
of Parises,
diffusive, feeble
Time equals
cold.
colder.
by
loneliness. But, as
Where sight
like the
index finger
verses.
forces,
VI
Time looks
warm body.
it
like time.
like a
it
bleakly,
Time stares
Oh no, Lucia?
VII
rules the
chimney,
naked
narrow ravine
Idly
ashes.
VIII
takes hill
and
dale,
looks like a fifth, desires an overthrow.
Only the crow doesn't take snow gladly.
And you often hear the angry, solemn,
patriotic gutturals speaking crow.
IX
it is,
the lower
Stars, scattered
like a
In daytime,
when sky is
akin to stucco,
why angels
To their legions
of benefit. We would make them
are invisible.
cold
is
out, the
eyes' angle
marksmen.
x
For me, other latitudes have no usage.
I
Glory
to
to the
naked birches,
wind
it
The North
all
your
is
life
in motion:
at a ripe age,
the
same
stuff
it
keeps repeating
whispering, in
full
Time is
7 9
volume,
cosmos.
being hurtled
your
life)
form.
It's
no addition
hard
to breathe
it.
XII
Winter!
on faience saucers,
names
like
Marina or Olga
morsels
as
tried
somewhere,
finger.
by the
dank
warming my every
fiber.
XIII
At
is
a brief affair.
But on days
like this
the angles
its
geometric ardor:
fuzzy.
time.
The
cozy
XIV
tongue, like that coin.
are ice-locked.
Still, all
the rivers
Teeth,
and a piece
of timber.
fear.
how to darken
1977
And after.
Translated,
by the author
Summer
Eclogue V:
To Mar go Picken
hymn of summer!
epaulet,
ranked
the
just a private.
it
always
overgrown derricks
grass."
The rosebays'
knee-deep or ankle-
little
thistle's
The
scruffy, whittled
its
is
ruddy riches.
a hand that reaches
patches
its
And,
is
the
golden miter.
many
these engender
common shadow
Give ear
is still
to the
rife
with
all sorts of
swishing murmurs
8 2
rumors.
To what a daisy's
To how a drowsy-
of cock-and-hen brushes!
odd-or-even whispers!
coltsfoot
To how a
soft,
total
bow
and
pollen,
version!
one's risking
side:
ii
a landscape, blue
its
very
often even
A passive grimace,
an
eye's remoteness
flora's clear
its ties
penchant to sunder
The
color's
Mass, after
all, is
hardly
8 3
humble
the result of energy split by the square
somewhere
against one's
own
space closely!
Its
selfsame garment
Examine
likes.
Its
ardent
always
faith!
Ah,
this is
almost
on flypaper doesn't
an agony but a dazzled
of a fly stuck
spell
warmth takes
of alphabet,
of the horizon.
left
behind
to
Asian palm
A semblance
trees.
escaped to graceful
bedrooms, to shutters,
flutters fistfuls
and the
air's
its
of existence.
And a kind
a sleeping
The surplus
of solstice
and
splatter-
fills
one's orbs.
The aforementioned
by means
of a
all can't
spin
simply learns
its
outer
it
limit
it,
The
finish,
8 4
Ill
butterflies,
Seym or Oredesz
its
type of river,
which
ignite us;
in bushes
upstream; ocher precipices, the pine-needlethick aroma, the heat, the nimble
lilies,
by the peacefulness
of their
noontime slumber,
8 5
languor,
did so because
it!
And
humble
his trills
of
exam cramming,
of a college
And we notice a
we notice
its
stainless pedals,
whole
deal,
real,
platforms
waterspouts, painted
fences,
women. In
itself
homesick for
shade.
8 6
mainly
windows
for
sunsets exist.
bolder
still
in the town.
your eye,
a crane,
it's
closest
your
shirt's
you notice.
drying
still
matters,
bent lanterns,
"Manchurian Mountains."
IV
it
and farther
still
offers;
fires
phewing
Potato in
all its
8 7
on the verandas!
dill, cucumbers
from the garden patch in great numbers;
fashion; tomatoes,
all straight
A soot-rich lantern,
you
from
tell
salt
by
fly,
from their
ditch.
every grievance
spares for a
tenor's
is
flesh is
lessens
its
shivers.
a prosecutor.
than
many
Dogs barking,
a dropping penny,
cattle train.
8 8
later
even
cease.
softer
to discern
who lived on
it's
sounding
a sprouting hieroglyph, a
[1981
fathom
phantom
quantum
8 9
Venetian Stanzas
To Susan Sontag
a sulky
hackney
of her
fiddling
bay
numbly
As the Moor grows more trusting, words turn the paper darker,
and a hand, short of snapping a neck, though keen on the gothic
of a stone kerchief crushed in the palm of Iago,
presses
it
lace
to its face.
n
The piazza's deserted, the quays abandoned.
The cafe walls are more crowded than the cafe inside:
a lute's being
to
strummed by
a frescoed, bejeweled
maiden
cliff top
poses
moons
in the
with
claiming
it is
At night,
love.
in
alias
alas,
glass.
IV
Golden
scales of tall
windows bring
by breams.
shedding it all but her cobweb bra
makes one dizzy. A doorway's inflamed raw throat is
gaping to utter "Ahhhh."
How they flitted their tails here! How they flapped here, breamlike!
How spurning and spawning they streamed to score
the mirror!
cream- white
How,
in the middle
of the
skirts
harlequins, clowns,
flirts?
VI
That's
that's
how cupolas
shrink, like medusas, in volume, the tighter night hugs the place;
that's
how streets
coil
and dwindle,
how
just-as-populous
squares
mimic
plaice.
ladies'
wind-ravaged
curls,
VII
That's
how orchestras
fade.
VIII
mass
level
no finger
[
will scratch
whose amalgam
him off.
Ann
9 2
Venetian Stanzas II
To Gennady Smakov
jewelry catches
fire.
sail.
sticks
the
ii
by new
elders
whose
at this bathing.
and gargle
Two-three
doves, launched
from some
pilaster, are
turning
here for
flights
or
over water
what
it
else that's
lacks.
in
Dampness
in.
That's
stiff
armchairs and
IV
its
turn like a
Your helix,
completely drowned
like a shell.
shell, gets
cinnamon, semen; with something transparent, pink.
St.
George
though drawing
as
writhing dragon's
ink.
Leaving
all of
the world,
squared
the azure
breasts the
mass
to a weightless
windowpane's gunport,
surrendering
the rearguard,
falling
headlong forward,
to the glass.
replete with
is
VI
renders
like
this
world a merry
VII
That's
hand
while
a flower
their
may sway
dress scanning
That's
perfume
of kelp
is
scares
on the chessboards
of squares.
VIII
I
on a white iron
the lips
chair, in
and the
coffee
grows
cold.
lapping
for
its
wish
dim human
happy
1982
Translated by Jane
Ann
9 5
Seaward
Darling, you think
it's
love,
it's
just a
midnight journey.
by
force,
alias cigars,
1983
9 6
Galatea Encore
is
of a goddess, nee
on
That's
what
it
1983
9 7
Variation in
we
still
You
are less
fit
to listen
"Cuneiform
Your tunes
palm tree!
by the screaming
will be
blown out
westerly
life
span's shorter.
is
always yesterday."
There
is
no tomb or pyre
1983
9 8
Letter to
Citizen,
an Archaeologist
that the
Yes,
puny brain
feels
completely cooked.
Sharp
we
is
still, it's
conceived.
gentler than
Stranger!
1983
9 9
ourselves.
Kellomaki
let one's
sneezing
fits
wood to heat
up
a dwelling.
ii
with B, in curves,
hawthorn twigs
at times
would compel
one's stark-
light
up
till
in
And on
In a
little
same thing as others. And to distinguish oneself from the rest, one could only try doodling on
a ruble with its sharp-cz/ra-dull hardware
the
IV
Notwithstanding
all that,
when
damp heads
inside,
sat
to
warmth
that
would melt
like
your tear
to
VI
it
shadowy pines by
grip
when
asleep?
load,
its black overcoat, whose broadmore sturdy than cheviot and drap d'or,
the present in
cloth,
shielded one
There
is
That's
that's
future or
shack.
what unleashes
or Carmen's breast;
letters,
fully dressed.
VIII
Never again
with
its
is
is
the switch to be
and
its
there
is
cirrus or
cumulous
its
bird
flocks.
IX
In mid-life's thick
man,
like a
forest, in that
runaway or,
better
dark wood,
still,
a hood,
now branches
creaking,
now
water's sound.
is
furry embrace
and the
for
its
it
in
its
brown
having pondered
its
that
is
indeed
B-flat,
and
C, slows down as a rule at the farthest end
of the alphabet, letting the steam out from
and
comma-like nostrils. That water, too, runs home
from the basin much faster than it pours in
through a couple of pipes, making the bottom win.
its
XI
sleds'
that
is,
still,
monologues of a parrot
of parallels
i.e.,
the sort
a naked scientist
makes naked
friends.
XII
In
little
are ever kept, as though to block the threshold for fate's bold attempts
relieved
by
its
upon
defenseless flesh.
a populated site
ties
fagade,
XIII
It's
irrelevant
confirm in a
that
as
on
it
this earth,
till
us, fits,
that dwells
or mine.
that
is,
cells.
their length
say,
sunny day,
XIV
wedged
moreover,
kiss.
we really blended
In that sense,
I bet,
it
chose, in
its
turn, to swell
as well
Ex Voto
To Jonathan Aaron
Something
its
of
like a field in
bridges.
echo
to
what one
says.
And a
sales.
to a
stone
of a villa
one
is
The
suffers a
1983
Elegy
About
of
Now the place is abuzz with trading in your ankles' remnants, bronzes
of sunburnt breastplates, dying laughter, bruises,
rumors of fresh reserves, memories of high treason,
laundered banners with imprints of the many who since have
All's
architectural style.
risen.
that
we may
somewhere.
At
sunrise,
set out
on foot
in chief." But
it
The Fly
To Irene and Alfred Brendel
fall arrived.
singing, while
the cold
you
flew,
wind blew.
to
last April,
to
to a scholar's
than torment,
eye
fly.
ii
to
run down
to the
disinterested,
ground and
back into
stare,
air.
bit asunder.
latticed retina
downtrodden,
unsettles one.
and
like,
in fact, this
mildewed
of
air of
Ill
flicks
that score
my black-framed window?
Yet these days, as
my yellowed finger-
with your
soft belly,
or hatred, dear.
IV
numb
is
You
mine
in sugar dunes.
You're in no
take
all
mood
let
yourself in for
no mood
Too good
to
to
that mess.
all
Me too, I guess.
v
Those
feet
and wings
so quaint.
One
a cross
look at them,
between Great-grandma's
et la
Tour
Eiffel
to this
veil
in short.
and
8
that,
However,
my clever
pen ekes out of your sorry end
a profit and
prods you to turn into some fleshless substance,
thought-like, unpalpable
into
an absence
it's
cruel.
VI
betters,
spotted
off.
misprints abhorring
you'd be soaring
Now, though,
since
your eyesight
lessens,
them
VII
singing, while
away. Brooks,
of stickleback.
too,
Apart from
no other sounds.
shrivels.
VIII
my sixteen, or near,
stones playing at
Completely gone,
To
it
waste
itself
that
it's
on
us.
Be grateful
not hateful,
IX
that
it's
what
sort of
shoddy
deal,
it
won't care
what kind
of fare
it's
To
Your
appear distinguishable.
And it poses
as for effects,
by
nay! notably
definition.
if
Even
x
So while you were
off there,
the
same
due
to
busy
as
flirting
timestayed rather
to
your posture
toward myself
Don't ponder,
of pallid dust.
decrepit, somber,
that time
Look,
I
we
is
my ally, my partner.
are victims of a
common pattern.
no pardon.
is
XI
Outside,
it's fall.
Mongol
era,
makes
for either
is
passes.
one of
us. It
cares
to learn
and sleep-inducing
pay for stuff so global
indifference
desire to
with
its
own obol.
XII
Don't
die! Resist!
Existence
is
a bore
when
when
it
useful,
spells a bonus.
to
hound
making
another
XIII
So here's
beak
tests
You
Still,
model.
there's us two.
I
its
are immobile.
expire,
event, thus
so boldly
Death
too,
it
detects a witness,
less
than
so witless.
I bet,
tete-a-tete.
XIV
I
just lonely.
it
still
can be
felt, still
makes you
twitch.
to hell
Ah,
sister!
disaster!
moment,
xv
is
beautiful in
words,
it's
its
own
right.
In other
to
extend
its
labor.
beckon
an extra second.
to sacrifice
now such
am quite ready
one of
my own. However,
a gesture
quite shot,
is
an empty favor:
In memory's deep
vast treasures
spent,
dissolved,
among her
disowned or
no miser
glitter,
soft bed,
Musca
Hence
upsurges, failures.
XVII
Outside,
overcast.
it's
my means of vision
on the wallpaper.
You're in no shape to
take to the highest
to stun
up
there,
its
well-traveled pattern,
and rhythm
seen
senseless in their
upper
no
instincts.
XVIII
hidden
barn,
of
your
heavy
producing
swarm bursts
enveloping
out! out!
it
XIX
(thanks
That
color's
total
any tribe.
time
quoting
coating
it
with
its
white
pile.
XX
Retreating from their pallid whirlwind,
shall I discern
you
in their
winged
a-swirling legion,
onto
of
having kicked
you'll be the last
Yet
if
off the
very
by eons
last
you're
on a scene so private,
let in
XXI
considered
so capricious, flippant
back home.
through mud, might
I'll
spot
you
this region,
I,
sigh,
flitting
rushing
sloshing
"A star is
shooting,"
a transformation.
1986
/ Translated
Belfast
folds her
memories
Dropped, she
hurt.
like a parachute.
there's
more sky
and her
your retina
stare stains
bulb
when you
like a
gray
switch
dream
1986
Afterword
The
a crack.
The
And
close to Egypt.
And
at night
his
ii
Yesterday?
any
other.
an explosion
of myself or of those
who
either
This, presumably,
That
means
that
life.
In profile
I,
I,
too,
too,
from
all
of.
IV
the stone quarry of
those
cities,
Touch me
exist regardless of
little
that
which does
my overcoat, my face
losses.
v
speaking to you, and it's not my fault
you don't hear. The sum of days, by slugging
on, blisters eyeballs; the same goes for vocal cords.
I
am
if
as
its
needle's patter;
1986
when my
talk stops,
/ Translated
it,
gradually
flees
and the
seems northern.
locale
so
A plateau;
by a polar blast.
to
an anxious
breast.
ii
Perhaps
repentance.
Backdrop of
"Get out!"
the
stay glued to
like lizards
fagades.
And skyscrapers
even more.
in
It's
its limit.
in line to
preterit
entombed.
by
yolk's
unscrambled
pools.
IV
Clearly
perspective. Calendar
of sorts.
throats,
and thin
sight,
is
Perhaps
it's
still life.
v
Far away
it
seems
is
VI
Perhaps
it's
a tiger hide.
A hybrid barricade
licks the
supple calves
whose
soft
and sweet
forge, dies
VII
Perhaps
set.
a short-lived "far."
And, trembling,
moonspun
trill
brilliant, slight,
VIII
Clearly
of varnish.
ward
i.e.,
the suicide's.
IX
Which is
is
life
nonbeing
own
are paid.
procedure of
absence, having
when dues
"mastery": ability
1984
drawn
/ Translated
it
straight
from
by Jamey Gambrell
life.
"Slave,
Come
My Service!"
to
i
come
to
slave. I
"Don't,
hardship."
ii
come to
the supper of his god, and clean hands catch the eye of Shamash."
"No,
slave. I
won't eat
my supper!"
Drink and
thirst,
never leave
man
in
come
to
the country."
"Do that,
always
fills
donkey
is
Sumerian scholars
as
dog always
swallow
to
as
two interlinear renditions: one was taken from Babylonian Wisdom Literaby W. G. Lambert (Oxford, I960); the other, from Ancient Near Eastern Texts
Relating to the Old Testament, by James B. Pritchard (Princeton, 1955).
J.B.
I used
ture
2 2
"No,
slave. I
"Don't go,
Naked earth
is
IV
"Slave,
come
to
slave. I
"Don't start
won't
it,
start a family, I
"So, should
I start
always sickly."
come
"No, slave!
"Don't yield,
to
won't be
silent,
and
won't yield!"
as well as
numerous."
VI
"No,
slave. I shall
do no evil!"
and flayed
alive
2 3
VII
my master. Yes?"
"I'll fall in love with a woman." "Fall in love, my master. Fall in love!
Who falls in love with a woman forgets his griefs and sorrows."
"Slave,
"No,
come
my
won't
slave. I
"Don't love,
to
service!" "Yes,
fall in
love with a
woman!"
"Slave,
come
to
my service!"
"Make an
offering,
make an
my master. Yes?"
my hands: I am to make an offering
to my god."
"Yes,
offering.
Who makes offerings to his god fills his heart with riches;
he
feels generous,
"No,
and
his purse
is
open."
slave. I
my master.
"Rightly
so,
Can you
really train
Rightly
so!
"Slave,
"I'll
come
to
make
slave, I
"Don't invest,
To
lend
is
my master.
like loving a
won't invest!"
Don't lend.
woman;
bad children:
eat.
come
to
gold signet."
"No,
slave. I
"Don't do that,
my nation."
2 4
Get up and
stroll across
ancient ruins,
which one
of
them was
a villain,
which one
a benefactor?"
XI
"Slave,
come
to
is so,
is
good?"
my neck broken,
that's
what is good!
"And
does
2 5
In Italy
To Roberto and Fleur Calasso
I,
too,
where a
to court
local penseur,
with his
shrill "Pervert!
was mopping
life
myopic.
strong resemblance to
sets.
Faraway
memory,
The sun
"Scum!
its
1985
2 6
In
like a
Memoriam
is
in,
suited
it,
by her
son's progress?
That's
why the snow, this poor man's marble, devoid of muscle power,
melts,
not so clever
by putting powder
on your cheek, had meant
What is
left is to shield
to look forever.
and the
throat,
with the
lips'
cities rip
CANTO
It's
pretty serious.
"No offense
is
so
curing us."
up here
guess
Leningrad we have
clearly
is
all
The Neva,
discern
bridges.
Or a page
can
collects,
time, all
come bed-
glasses on!"
Mickiewicz!
For one
down, okay?
of those I'd gladly slumber through to dusk,
miss supper, too ..." "Sometimes my dreams are prone
it
leaping puddles
Go on!"
and
it's
who is
me
flu.
."
"What's wrong?
Do these
you at all? What for?" "Beats me.
dream of childhood: sneaking through
an attic with my pals, just two or three
nowhere to go
of us. And of old age
things interest
shake
to
off that
unholy mess,
."
I see.
so
this 'heritage.'
of old age?
You hardly
quite like
Or ever,
like
to bustling
not to use
it
pump-like
for
to discharge
me, Gor-
it
can't be true
of."
And
So
tell
you
under glass!
living
yoo hoo!"
hair.
ass!
knew
My friend, for us
disgust."
"Next
they'll
closed."
underwear
"At times I see a ring
of burning logs, and stoves ..." "A real one there!
Streets, conversations. Simply things. The string
and woodwind sections playing as a pair.
"I sport pajamas with no
on
as
it is."
3 2
And women. And, perhaps,
a spicy fling."
dreamt of silverware
"Do they amount to anything
"Just yesterday
for six."
"
liar."
"Liars
come in reams
in pants?"
"Or out,
seems
it
it.
so this brings us to
"They're just
like islands.
for streets
our
lives
and
we
between the
is
grass.
your mushrooms,
ibid."
alleys,
to.
And
ground on which
stand
float
away from
land."
I've got
in
my tackle case!"
3 3
CANTO
And what's
outside?"
"The
a dish
I see.
we
run
free."
sad:
a neo-Newton-cwm-analysand.
who
says
amid
all
to bring the
Teutons in
to get it done.
heater's on,
and yet
I feel
a chill."
You
did.
"Why not?
.
?"
.
he's
to
At
least
3 4
doubt.
by
just
bending over in
"What
are
me an apple."
"Catch." "Just
me this:
tell
well, love.
for
always
I feel it."
It's
like
find that
at all?"
I recall,
striking
is
you dream
tell
"And so
You seem
same
"Not strange.
the truth,
It's sinful,
though.
deem
mushrooms mean."
'Mushrooms'? That's polygamy, you know.
3 5
There now!
The bitterness
in
but sin
is
manifest
I feel is
my reproach."
"You
tell
me it's a sin,
flesh,
agonies
as in a
lie
prism?
wake." "Apparently
"And
of obstacles?"
at someone's
Is
the Last
my grin
an optimist."
at least,
Apocalypse?
five.
mushrooms
till I die.
of pride sucks
up our
suffering to thrive."
it
am
does?"
"Vanity's mother
"I doubt the
is
inventiveness."
wisdom
of that apothegm.
of
dead creatures
its
mortal frame."
CANTO
Gorbunov
It's
night.
The
hospital.
in the
Night
the smoother things will seem on
for this soul,
when
I feel,
when the
life is
Judgment Day
sentences resound.
really wretched, I
to
mushrooms
the
dream
to be.
As
truth in
I'd
fabric tears
about
dream
where
that's as
it
thinnest.
I
ought
Some
thought
Don't
finally
bottomed
know about my
out.
I am
my eardrums' health in little doubt:
hear Babanov
in
seems
Apparently
... It
why
they meant
all
far away.
now of my wife
and
child,
though
now
mouth; a sheet
is
soul,
he's
although
humming, comb
rustling on a cot.
that voice
by
its
sense,
Whose voice is
it?
Can't be
Oh,
It's
night.
of snow.
The
hospital.
The
in,
lifts
laughing.
me like a coffin.
like bicarbonates.
3 7
Inasmuch
left,
that's
how
the altar, in
its
turn remind-
because of
how
still
night-watch,
my assault on which
She
left. I
am possessed by,
possess
maybe I should
call
Gorchakov?
Night. Night.
You
think that
it's
And
all
the
more
it.
but they
when
bit.
so in a brief display.
splits in
into
two hundred
And
accountable,
is
split
just as easily.
is
then
and yet
two
beside
it
it's
tete-a-tete.
not that
remain
Two-souledness would
3 8
seem
atheistic,
but
it's
God
in heaven,
if
makes
hot.
it
you're so designed
And
to
me left behind
But
if I
at least.
heaven down
to
to
be superior to
him in
me.
won't pretend
sin
me in,
CANTO
is,
when
seen
is
sign
and thus we
see disintegration in
3 9
"His chin
"
puffy, asymmetrical.
is
is
mapped
"Bad kidneys,
in compresses
and asymmetrical
is
like a
as well,
scrapped'
is
wrongheaded
all his
"A
leftward
shift.
his non-Partyness."
little
line.
less
is
whine
"Does he miss
at atmospheric changes?"
manner,
in fact, of a
oh, what's
called? I say
it
."
.
."
Deshabille,
"Strictly business.
Out the
door,
And have a
"Water?" "Hey!
You were expecting cognac?" "No! I'm sure
I never touch the stuff!" "Then tell us why
you licked your lips when I began to pour."
glass of water."
why
"No
."
you've tied
But wait!
see ... a
lot,
my mind up in a knot
man
and sands
Tartar
He hasn't got
it's
like
or
hotter, hotter
Sun
at
is
what do you
call it ... at
It's
getting harder
a well
."
"Proceed!"
admit
."
.
my head.
lost
was impressed
er
me,
I digress."
guess.
Indeed!
he moves
zero,
well
"Is
he at
to that
end
room
of the
... to
the
left."
"Prodigious!"
hymn?
He is exceedingly relig-religious!
Sometimes I am afraid the day will come
he'll kneel and summon God from heaven's reaches
down
"Ha-ha!"
"Dear colleague, what's so funny?" "Just the plain
stupidity of what you said just now.
left.'
we ascertain,
"Ah,
and queen
in chess. Well, to be safe we won't withdraw
the other option but instead maintain
the presence of the two phenomena."
is left
is
of Gorchakov,
it
surely
."
"What
my glasses."
"Won't mine do?" "They might. Let's
some deviations to the left at places'
.
see:
'We find
That's fine!
us to
let
you
off at
It pleases
Eastertime."
but
who am
so self-reproaching of?
To
The warp's gone crazy under which
the
woof
has
lost its
It's
so peculiar
CANTO
said."
"The one
is
"
Tartar yokes."
"And he connected
4 2
"It
is
as
when
a stone
is
stretched,
a ring." "He-said
it's
true."
another ring."
"And he
of
he?"
to
"All right,
same be true
let's
'
'to
him.'
'
chum?"
guess."
Featureless fagade.
4 3
"
as in a station."
"Never
silence here?"
"A
'said,'
she."
"Anathema resounds
less
threateningly."
"So in
some grand
though
It is as
instinct to incest
"No,
way
were
at play."
omissions
"And
"That's
it
in reality the
is
"And
it."
this is
most
direct."
ing
all
like children
recites,
"I
all
Un
about
his
saw the
sky,
and
And
as
they passed
."
.
4 4
"
manes
of horses
cart, their
when
only thought
breaking loose."
or shipwrecks?" "Aivasovsky
am not!
CANTO
"But
you
all
about
overheard
it all
of the sea,
"You
all
your lies.
a bad egg
no doubt."
not
important."
with
by
its
It's
putrid odor!
"Oh, Gorchakov,
Phew!"
what we'd
You played
4 5
."
"You seemed
to say that
with sincerity."
you think
it's
worth
"And
me if I do."
to
it. I
it
can't
watching me."
you won't
bet
"Well, probably."
/ don't follow
that."
Crimea
smoke
war
is all
about.
it? I
grandfather Krylov
Prison's
"You ought
to
go before
"I think
I'll
no reason,
the
wander down
the hall."
"Why?" "Oh,
crime
to hell."
illumination?" "Maybe.
"You
"I'm
shit!
without beliefs."
Denunciations, conversations
it
stoolie, slime."
my horizons." "Though
"A skeptic in my prime!
just extending
so
up the time."
the days."
"Oh,
to
"Ulanova! Orlova,
too,
who stays
"They meant
a
you know. We were at war, and they
were symbols, of a kind, for our home front."
lot,
4 6
"The second half of February. Look
what the hands are pointing to." "It's just
zero's radius." "The numbers?" "Like
the border of a plate ... I somewhere crossed
at
a la Meissen
this service,
"
to counterfeits."
" "I
King's
relate
it,
that's
Look
there!
"Excuse me,
would rather
the lane!"
like to see
"Because outside
is
inside
it's
and sky."
the
wind
is
guess
" "Oh,
Lord,
I
I'm freezing
cold,
and hungry
as a bear."
"An
"It
is,
you know, a
shelter nonetheless."
"Don't be a hypocrite.
And
furthermore,
is
far."
to time."
the tree."
to
than eagles."
"I
feet!"
"Where there's
a fork
with
and
a radius, there's, as
plate."
"
were,
"Can't compete
it
"
CANTO
to eat
Still, it's
right. I
it's
mean,
set."
squeeze inside
it."
had
Then who's
this
"You're mad!
standing here?"
"A
shell,
you
see."
infinitude
can
"Why
tell
though
walk around
It's
am, they
really not
in hiking boots."
4 8
say,
my style
"Okay,
hell!
than try
"Alas,
to speculate
on a location."
my genealogy is too
"So
of eating
in here,
and
"It's
the rut
unvaried
menu
" "But
lamb
fat
a night at
I'm getting
at
is
that
it's still
too soon
out to
my home."
"So
much
way
the worse,
my friend."
somehow
this helps to
"And
expand."
but
in
start
Leningrad
4 9
the Dipper and the skyline, and
"Aries:
it
that?"
all
March."
wish we had."
ascends, curating
"A telescope's
"Precisely!
the thing
Then
"Making the
stability
of both
to
stars
they
as
set us all to
trembling
."
"Of course,
"Oh
no,
it's
true
we can't afford
a telescope.
all."
all a lie!"
"Alas,
And thus
scorned in
life,
it's
CANTO
Your line
assures
me immortality!
above
Colitis
my tiny flame)
is
a curse!
thoughts clamoring
Your torch
He's gone
He's
left
He's stored
and lobbed
as security
me only monologue.
radius
my robe.
own
reflections farther
In that space
now
if I
And thus
still
on duty
helping them?
the mess
whose.
I'd fall
admit
myself in general.
since here a
are
is
could, though I
bit
thing's
opposite
into
my soul.
The
orderlies
... Is the
It
its
room's reflection
merely multiplies
Infinity's multiplication.
my eyes;
fiery sensation
just degeneration.
is
what helps us
indeed,
So what do
Whatever
to recuperate.
for?
we abbreviate
No gossip's more
No eye as great
Shall
than a dream.
as dreams.
Herr Freud
imprisoned by them
on
this
again
Strange to meditate
hunchback
by
beds. I feel
when
It is in
straight
state
of the near-
partake
It's
night.
The window
vent. Oh,
if
the guard
its
would open
it,
a leak
nurse
would surely
start
wayward
patient
who was
especially since
it
en route
isn't far
to
so inspired
to loose
Leningrad.
a clock
waiting:
is
it's
to guess
been
I'd
me beyond
have
anyone.
for
fitted to
your
size.
on
a variation
is
My sin
am in
this world, I
can
me.
I
Come
have
the
to
to
me,
air. If I've
denounced them,
it
know.
because
Forgive
It isn't
that
when,
finally stretch to
Like
of
all
one has
to
you
bear
my fist,
my parting hand.
the catalyst
my
friend,
I'm
like
to save
I
it,
CANTO
tell
5 3
"And
"
doubt
fact,
"Come
I'm sure of
it."
"Oh, cut
out!"
it
wet
stuff."
"Oh
hell!"
"And without
"About Opochka
."
"A
"
line
that smacks
that smacks
own
of questions that
good."
We
'Don't be afraid
am afraid
"There
is
"Anyway, the
girl is
to
be
saved."
you
a plus in everything,
"Who would
a coward."
.'
.
'Tee-hee
.'
see."
realize
if
The
needle's size
"A habit.
to
of
pass
or go away, that
words of
word,
away
"No
no more
when
word
it's
said in quotes."
down
a man's
"But
widows
it's
the sort
use."
"
of
observe
than
of less interest to us
is
is
the point
Gorchakov.
is
" "What
lies
"It's scarcely
or
the nation."
is
the problem
all
men seek
to solve."
in February.
Time of hibernation,
in terms of days."
of cripple." "Don't
you think
to live
it
it
"A kind
easier
through?" "Shamefully. In
fact, I find
"And
rivers?"
sir.
"What for?
However, well, it's obvious
one must control oneself to be let go."
.
"And
call for
"Which
goes to
"And he,
like
God,
is
omnipresent, though
denouncing us."
1
5 5
show
for help
like this?
Why mumble
you
"You bundle
is
a catastrophe."
see
up with catastrophe."
"Eternity's the bung that plugs the bunghole.
That's why he doesn't want eternity."
eternity
"Why not
Why Gorchakov?"
Look
here,
your
got
fate has
this
day
forth,
CANTO
10
"A
twilight shroud."
eternal pain."
5 6
title to
The expressions
fix
men?
."
.
the rule."
a
Gomorrah,
But how
a nasty bell."
to shore,
"And words
Names
are defense
all
designed His
forth
that's
passions."
lips for
"God
words
He
But then He drew
forbid!" "For
.
why His
life is so
prophetic.
insurance that
we won't go down,
"And
life's
thus His
two meanings."
basically,
It's
but swim."
"It's,
therefore, a
synonym."
it
is
the only
devoured
its
word
earthly object in
its
throat."
5 7
man
Can
And
nothing
is
so rending as a
word."
words are
also things, so
we
Silence
is
we emphasize
it,
as, in
Silence
is
Silence
is
wave that
cloaks eternity.
a space, not
an impediment, a space
echo, of
Silence
is
its
natural response.
us.
And,
men
procuress-like,
men
incensed."
close."
like a void
this draft!"
5 8
"Your curse
"
before
is
little
bird
is
food
looking for."
"And
all
its
"By means
too?"
at
to
Gorbunov,
CANTO
it's
worth."
it
"Come
off it
."
.
?"
"That
strikes
"Don't
tell
to visit."
"No?
5 9
of doubt."
"So
the house,
how
"That's
we
that
my concern."
And
should 'interact.'
hardly conversational.
is
"It's just
to
I
tell
It's
my nature." "Well,
who thought
odd."
an apple, then,
promise
'Lift 'n'
me,
heave'
that's
my kind of work.
Believe
"My eyes
oh,
take
'er
away
with
all
that happens to
'n'
heave,
synonymous
me now." "Be brave.
that's
'We?'
What does
cold's fine
determines consciousness."
"Ah, so
still,
he was a genius in
his
way.
he's got a
name
And now he has whole peoples
in his sway."
"Panmongolism! There's a loaded term."
as well."
"You mean
to
say
we linger on
And so you
any
now
grief.
clearly visible.
there isn't
shudder
sea or chanterelle."
doubt
it
field."
is
as
And,
if it's
"And if it's
"And
perhaps a
single stray
does the
memory
of a loved
one stay
way you
feel
about
it,
why
we
little
"
distance:
will
for
one who
listens
plain monotony."
to the plain,
it's
"You mean,
therefore, that
you
CANTO
will be
my silence.
12
so
it
mush
didn't
fill
gives
little to
me much."
as a rule
of vinegar, for
"Well,
all is
pungency,
it's
true."
tastes different
to sink
cast,
month
"Our geography
"And
is
is
small, at best."
afterwards?"
"When
When
crucifixion's past."
"And what's
"Yeah, none of
This bromide
is
this will
us of hair.
Just look at
is
I fear.
6 2
Mickiewicz sheds his eyebrows, and
now
lost
the battle on
my crown.
have
swear
it
in the
"And what,
dear
that supposed to
sir, is
it
mean?"
"You're right." "Don't shake." "I'm cold." "Here, put your hands
you
..."
"But
many
I
be a
different levels."
his children
sends
"Come on,
to fart
upon
his
I said
"Damn
head!"
don't be a dunce.
It chills
the blood!"
The radiator's
and dirty in
this place
no
"It's just
"Now there's
star ascends
could
"You
look
without a brood."
6 3
a joke.
"You're nuts." "I'm only showing some concern
for
your
What
"Praiseworthy charity!
affairs."
"The churn
warmth back in a cold extremity."
"You said it. Mine are all about to turn
are
you
of
to ice."
"You're
bad
know my
"Well, what
it's
night."
on the zodiac."
wife and daughter are outside."
I
start in
said of love
for marriage."
it
infinity."
"Apparently
it?"
eternity
am ashamed to own."
"What time is
mind
bring to
right. Stars
is
as exact
"For myself,
it's
wouldn't mind
a mistake."
"What time is
That
late."
I'll tell
you
take delight
jam and
cul-de-sac."
it? It's
"Since
I
consider every
a forerunner of plus."
by yawning and by
biting, quickly
go
immense?"
"If
"It
showed
mountains are
to
itself to
be your
is
be a coward."
leitmotif,
March
15,
6 4
it
a yardstick of your own.
However, mine
It
down.
CANTO
"One
But
I
is
to the
must
my dreams.
We
Before
It's
I
I
it
were the
night.
sea. I
think
The hospital. On
the sea.
it is
hostile ground.
you lest
tremble from the cold and shame about
cannot bear
to listen to
own
into
I
it,
concavity.
though.
won't go down
Though
truth
dearer
is
Trust
Enough
of that! It
in certainty that
"Perhaps
it is
it's
.
rest
woe. Oh,
the cries
of gulls above a
of bread
her flounce
is
flaps in the
hem
As
6 5
"Yeah,
from which,
of life
so
that
if
The deep
sprang up
all
would have
let it sleep,
where
it's
our fate
to hear, let
him be mute.'
'
warms
us,
hollows up with
stuffs
around
to
I feel as
though
it
doesn't
warm
them
up
to the threshold of
Elysium,
crests
buy
across
Ice of course
is
different.
to
just like
It
all
your woe
is
grief in years
you know,
can't
into sky
this tent
And
like
that's
me, in such
well,
I'll see.
A man
celestial disarray,
for?
For one
who hath
repeat of waves
far
is
"But
I,
that's a sin!
details:
(as I replay
in
you
called
my mushrooms islands.
reply:
to that I say,
rights, the
dreams
it."
imagination sucks.
"Sleep's
an
exit
What
cripple-think!"
"The
eyelids. Close
shut tight,
You feel
The height
of sky. And children running down the quay. A gull
is catching bread crumbs midway through its flight."
"Am I not there? On that embankment?" "All
a feature. One, a second
third
I see,
is
that
real
cold.
more
stool."
CANTO
14
Conversation in a Conversation
"But
we need
Now,
I'll
that's delirium!
a witness
perch upon
that's the
our
fists!
let's
use
"He-he."
idiot!
here,
the
flies!
his eyes
stepped on."
"Watch
it,
Just cover
6 8
"What?"
asleep already."
asleep."
"Oh
no.
We're really
in for it."
"You
"There was a
fight in here. I
said
An
"Nix,
he heard a
so dumb."
"Some dick's." "Who mentioned
not where it's from."
We're not
that?"
is
"Yes, whose?
it."
"Don't be quarrelsome.
"Whose stream
you scum?"
heard
it is,
eagle's?" "Yours,
you Cossack
it
up,
dicks?
pricks."
you creep!"
"Uh
he's asleep."
"So get
"Go f
."
"I'd love to
to
break the
salami
."
you'd shut
."
6 9
How's
that?
me
tell,
forgive, forgive
are
wound
me,
friend.
obstacle.
This
is
more than
can well
much to pause on
Sleep,
Now,
perform.
is
can
let
Forgive
On obstacles
here,
one
where
all
alone.
retreat. I
rest.
them. Forgive
Forgive
Sleep, sleep,
and
your bed.
What do you
see?
The
sea?
the pressure
And
.
up before
my eyes
What? What's
that?
Look there!
Down from the north the wind's begun to roar!
The pillow's squashed, the part has left your hair."
hallucinating conversation
1968
Translated by Harry
Thomas
Notes
To a Friend: In Memoriam
/ Natalia
Lithuanian Nocturne /
Zhemaitija: Lithuanian
torical region of
in.
western Lithuania.
iv.
name
wife.
for
Samogitia, a his-
Stasis Girenas
(1893-1933) and
who
crashed near Soldin, Lithuania, after successfully flying across the Atlantic.
Lithuania. / xxi.
Twenty Sonnets
n.
down by
St.
Casimir
(d.
St.
Nicholas
(d. 324):
my
(c.
to
Mary Queen
From
cold heart"
dead past
"all the
i.
a popular nineteenth-century
Mary, Queen
of Scots /
actress
German
of Scots, in the
cooper:
From
Gogol's Diary of a
/ vn. Terek:
She played
515
..
/ vi.
Par-
/ x. crippled
Madman.
in
film
anew
lives
in the 1940s.
Hamburg
now
celebrated mathematician.
Kazimir Malevich
Summer
Eclogue V:
i.
meadow
grass. Terzaromaville:
Rome."
/ iv.
Kellomaki
xi.
Moscow
children's guessing
is
who
proposed
The Fly
Afterword
vi.
The
"six-legged letters":
Kuzbas:
Acronym
for
i.
Ulanova
(b.
famous
poet,
Cyrillic letter
for his
fables.
on
vi.
v.
Ivan Aivazovsky
7 3
ix.
Satirist
star.
and
Galina
Mikhail Lomonosov
(1711-65): Russian
much
there
is
Scythians." /
to
xii.
scientist,
that:
scholar,
Parody
poet. / xi.
Panmongolism,
in chain-mail coats:
From
xiii.
say.
How
poem "The
like knights
Joseph
brodsky
was
born
to
in
the
of essays, Less
Award
its
widely regarded
living
poet.
Mr.
lives in
New
York
preeminent
Brodsky currently
is
where he
is
Andrew Mellon
of Literature at
Professor
Mt. Holy
College.
0-374- I 7
0788/1445
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