"Darling, I left the house..."

Discussion in 'Music, Movies and Entertainment' started by qxr1011, Mar 8, 2018.

  1. qxr1011


    Darling, I left the house in the evening to get some fresh air
    spreading out from the ocean, and gaze at the panorama.
    The sunset was smoldering like a Chinese fan in a parterre,
    and a cloud puffed up like the cover of a concert piano.

    A quarter century back, you craved cutlets and dates, my dear,
    drew with India ink in a notepad, and sang a little,
    had fun with me; but later, met some chemical-engineer
    and, judging by letters, you've become dimwitted.

    You’ve been seen in the city and provinces, in churches for
    funeral services of common friends, which seem to come by
    continuously now; and I’m glad there are distances more
    unthinkable than the one between you and I.

    Don’t take it the wrong way. No more links exist
    with your voice, body and name; no one tore them apart,
    but to forget one life - any man requires, at least,
    one additional life. And I’ve lived the part.

    You’ve been lucky as well: for where else besides
    photographs, will you stay young, wrinkle-free, fun, and light.
    Time, colliding with memory, learns of its lack of rights.
    I smoke in the dark and inhale the rancid tide.

    Joseph Brodsky

  2. Fadip


    It's a very beautiful poem. Russian literature is actually very rich and interesting. I once got interested in Pushkin's work, his poetry is so beautiful, such a pity there's no way to read the original version... :(