To Urania

To I.K.
  Everything has its limit, including sorrow.
  A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon
  a leaf. One may rattle the keys, gurgle down a swallow.
  Loneless cubes a man at random.
  A camel sniffs at the rail with a resentful nostril;
  a perspective cuts emptiness deep and even.
  And what is space anyway if not the
  body's absence at every given
  point? That's why Urania's older sister Clio!
  in daylight or with the soot-rich lantern,
  you see the globe's pate free of any bio,
  you see she hides nothing, unlike the latter.
  There they are, blueberry-laden forests,
  rivers where the folk with bare hands catch sturgeon
  or the towns in whose soggy phone books
  you are starring no longer; father eastward surge on
  brown mountain ranges; wild mares carousing
  in tall sedge; the cheeckbones get yellower
  as they turn numerous. And still farther east, steam dreadnoughts
  or cruisers,
  and the expanse grows blue like lace underwear.
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Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky

Born in Leningrad in 1940, Brodsky ran afoul of Soviet authorities and was expelled ("strongly advised" to emigrate) from the Soviet Union in 1972, settling in the United States with the help of W. H. Auden and other supporters. He taught thereafter at Mount Holyoke College, and at universities including Yale, Columbia, Cambridge and Michigan. Brodsky was awarded the 1987 Nobel Prize in Literature "for an all-embracing authorship, imbued with clarity of thought and poetic intensity".He was appointed United States Poet Laureate in 1991. more…

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