Wednesday, July 20, 2011

3205. BRODSKY

BRODSKY
I awoke with Lord Weary's Castle,
my foreboding sense of doom, and
a few ideas. As that man Lowell,
dead in a taxicab but a few steps
from the street, so too I dwell
near something, but as yet
incomplete. It was Brodsky
whom I remember stating
one veiled version of this
truth best : 'I sit at my
desk; my life is
grotesque.'

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