Titlebook: Joseph Brodsky; The Art of a Poem Lev Loseff,Valentina Polukhina Book 1999 Palgrave Macmillan, a division of Macmillan Publishers Limited 1

chronicle

,‘On the Death of Zhukov’,angent Russian military horns. / I see, in its regalia decked, the corpse: / To death journeys firey Zhukov. / / Warrior before whom fell many / walls, though his sword was blunter than his foes’ / with a brilliant manoeuvre, of Hannibal / reminiscent, mid the Volga steppes. / His final days, solita

嗎啡

,‘1867’,omerang, / the temperature, like an armpit’s, is thirty six [F96.8]. / / The vest’s white lining gleams. / A mulatto girl is melting from love like a chocolate bar, / sweetly and heavily breathing in a male embrace. / She is smooth where she is supposed to be smooth and woolly where she is supposed

Extort

,‘I, Instead of a Wild Beast, Entered the Cage’,ette, / dined with the devil knows who in a tail-coat. / From the heights of a glacier I surveyed half the globe, / thrice drowned, twice was ripped apart. / Abandoned the country that had nurtured me. / Those who’ve forgotten me could make up a city. / I mooched around the steppes which remembered

積極詞匯

LATER

,‘Lithuanian Nocturne: To Tomas Venclova’,i-fa-sol-la-ti-do from chimneys. / Neither princesses, nor toads / genuflect to the ground, / and a tin dime of a star sparkles. / And the semblance of a face / (10) spreads itself through the black glass, / like the slap of downpour. / / [II] Greetings, Tomas. That is my / spectre, having abandoned

Fibrinogen

,‘Galatea Encore’,ues, invent procedures to avoid the reduction to less than one by time or tome. Poets are changed, not by academic definitions, but (as Mallarme said of Poe) by eternity. Into themselves. Joseph Brodsky’s exploration of the resources of the English language in his own poetry and prose, from the earl

nullify

真

,‘Belfast Tune’,s, but the disasters which befall them etch themselves so deeply into historical consciousness that they become forever associated with their names and are sometimes, indeed, the principal association. The siege of Derry (or Londonderry), or of Stalingrad, the fall of Rome or of Constantinople or Je

感激小女

,‘Darling, Tonight I Went Out Late …’,a cloud billowed like the lid of a concert piano. / / A quarter century ago you had a weakness for lyulya-kabob. and dates, / did ink drawings in your sketchbook, sang a little, / had fun with me, then began living with a chemical engineer / and, judging by your letters, grew awfully stupid. / / Now

groggy

,‘On the Centenary of Anna Akhmatova’,ess and love, / as his own voice. / / In them [the words] there beats a lacerated pulse, in them can be heard a crunch of bones, / and a [gravedigger’s] spade in them pounds; flat and somewhat muffled, / since one has only one life, from mortal lips they / sound more clearly than from the cotton woo