Повезло и тебе: где еще, кроме разве что фотографии,
ты пребудешь всегда без морщин, молода, весела, глумлива?
Ибо время, столкнувшись с памятью, узнает о своем бесправии.
Я курю в темноте и вдыхаю гнилье отлива.
Mots clés sad
...and love, as an act, lacks a verb
Joseph BrodskyMots clés i-sit-by-the-window
secrecy is a hotbed of vanity
Joseph BrodskyAnd geography blended
with time equals destiny.
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on.
Joseph BrodskyIt really does look like musical sheets, frayed at the edges, constantly played, coming to you in tidal scores, in bars of canals with innumerable obbligati of bridges, mullioned windows, or curved crownings of Coducci cathedrals, not to mention the violin necks of gondolas. In fact, the whole city, especially at night, resembles a gigantic orchestra, with dimly lit music stands of palazzi, with a restless chorus of waves, with the falsetto of a star in the winter sky.
Joseph BrodskyMan is what he reads.
Joseph BrodskyIf there is anything good about exile, it is that it teaches one humility. It accelerates one’s drift into isolation, an absolute perspective. Into the condition at which all one is left with is oneself and one’s language, with nobody or nothing in between. Exile brings you overnight where it would normally take a lifetime to go.
Joseph BrodskyЛапой листать страницы удобнее, чем копытом.
Joseph BrodskyThe instinctive preference was to read rather than to act. No wonder our actual lives were more or less a shambles
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