CosmicJocker
20 jun 19
DeRank ™: 11,38
#PoetryTakeMeAway
Save these words for the cold seasons,
for the seasons of anxiety!
Like a fish on the sand, man survives:
he crawls to the bushes and rises
on uncertain and crooked legs and goes, like a line from a pen,
into the very bowels of the earth.
There exist winged lions, sphinxes with the breasts
of woman, angels in white, and sea nymphs:
to him who bears on his shoulders the weight
of darkness, warmth, and - dare I say - pain,
they are dearer than the concentric zeros born
from cast-off words.
Iosif Brodskij
Save these words for the cold seasons,
for the seasons of anxiety!
Like a fish on the sand, man survives:
he crawls to the bushes and rises
on uncertain and crooked legs and goes, like a line from a pen,
into the very bowels of the earth.
There exist winged lions, sphinxes with the breasts
of woman, angels in white, and sea nymphs:
to him who bears on his shoulders the weight
of darkness, warmth, and - dare I say - pain,
they are dearer than the concentric zeros born
from cast-off words.
Iosif Brodskij
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