I wake up call, shave…

I wake up call, shave,
am brushing my teeth, expectorate, wash,
mop dry, I eat egg.
In the morning there is what to do, again there is a person.
Late at night, he says a friend,
that winter is best in the South;
it, buckling stocking,
staring at the ceiling.
This year the dog in February
cold. Birds laborers
cry Foundry narrows bridge.
cloud top,
as a separate brain.

1968

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Joseph Brodsky
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