Wood – Brodsky's verse

senseless, vicious, in winter
aphyllous, coal step
who reached the color scheme, most
nature designed to
despair, - the volume of which
not calculative, - but
in blind obedience to his
I have to go too far, it,
bygone rooted in humus
from its own well and leaves in darkness –
top, standing before me,
as a symbol of all-weather, for what
No one called us, despite
this, that we all share the time to,
when a distinction is made in vain
for the sun, for the stars, for ax.


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