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“Love is more powerful than separation, but
the latter is more lasting.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“O God in heaven, if you're so designed
that you can listen to two voices blast
at once from but one set of lips and find
in them not noise but strife between the past
and future, raise to you my coughing mind
and plant its microbes where your light is cast.
Divide among them with your mighty hand
the sum of these convulsive thoughts and days.
And leave the fraction of me left behind
to triumph over silence then, at least.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“[Suicide] is the essence of self-portraiture.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Ah, how much more soothing
(that is to say, if one should get the choice)
to be wiped off the earth by hell-bound fiends
than by neurotics.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“In the afterlife, the pain that kills
here no doubt continues.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Scratch on, my pen: let's mark the white the way it marks us.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“A bird may twitter a better song.
But should you consider abortion wrong
or that the quacks ask too high a fee,
come to this wall, and see.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“There are places in which
things don't change. These are a substitute
for one's memory.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Muttering, rolling our eyeballs upward,
we are becoming a new kind of bivalve”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Murder's a blatant way of dying,
a tautology, the art form of parrots,
a manual matter, the knack for catching
life's fly in the hairs of the gunsight
by youngsters acquainted with blood through either
hearsay or violating virgins.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“A bullet鈥檚 velocity in low temperatures
greatly depends on its target鈥檚 virtues”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“There's something bigger in the world than us,
a thing that warms us, though it doesn't warm
itself”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“The upper lip is like a groom, to wit:
The lower lip is like his fiancee.
But that which splits in two will surely split
into two hundred just as easily.

And everything that's been twofold is then
accountable, is then no longer moot.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“This, presumably, means that we are now in league
with life.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Like the mouse creeping out of the scarlet crack,
the sunset gnaws hungrily the electric
cheese of the outskirts, erected
by those who clearly trust their knack

for surviving everything: by termites.
Warehouses, surgeries. Having measured
there the proximity of the desert,
the cinnamon-tinted earth waylays its

horizontality in the fake
pyramids, porticoes, rooftops' ripple,

as the train creeps knowingly, like a snake,
to the capital's only nipple.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“An eyelid is twitching. From the open mouth
gushes silence. The cities of Europe mount
each other at railroad stations. A pleasant odor
of soap tells the jungle dweller of the approaching foe.
Wherever you set your sole or toe,
the world map develops blank spots, grows balder.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems

“Still, if it comes to the point where the blue acrylic
dappled with cirrus suggests the Lord,
say "Give me strength to sustain the hurt,"
and learn it by heart like a decent lyric.”
― Joseph Brodsky, To Urania: Poems