By Joseph Brodsky The English Poetic Translations, by Anna Polibina-Polansky * * * An Extract. To M.B. It's afternoon. November. From the wind, Just naked trees, defended are, somehow. Whose flesh is covered up, one's trembling here. Along the columns, I do keep my pace. The glass of palaces exhalts the sunset And doves which are, so evenly, up gathered About the weighing chalice of some blinded goddess; The cup is full of butts, up to its rim. The ancient watch does show us t...

"Zimnim vecheron v Yalte" ("Sukhoe levantinskoe litso...") The Ending of a Gorgeous Epoch ("Vtoroe Rozhdestvo na beregu...")   Poetry by Joseph A. Brodsky The English Poetic Renditions, by Anna Polibina-Polansky * * * To E.R. The second winter at the Pont Euxinskiy Where drizzling struggles for its rights, for six months. ...The second Christmas at the Black Sea shore. The Star of Tsars is over the hedges. I can't say, I can do with you no more. ...

By Joseph A. Brodsky The English Poetic Renditions by Anna Polibina-Polansky * * * I do succeed as I divide myself From other folks; I mean from my soul, To get alienated. Hedges, shelves And poles are no good. The mirror's role   Is all of impact. I watch gloomy features, The bristle and the chin. The glass besieges A couple in divorce. They get consoled. The twilight watches my eyes and my soul.   The soil with ploughs, ponds and thrushes loud. The hole at a wall is...

By Joseph A. Brodsky The English Poetic Renditions by Anna Polibina-Polansky * * * I do succeed as I divide myself From other folks; I mean from my soul, To get alienated. Hedges, shelves And poles are no good. The mirror's role   Is all of impact. I watch gloomy features, The bristle and the chin. The glass besieges A couple in divorce. They get consoled. The twilight watches my eyes and my soul.   The soil with ploughs, ponds and thrushes loud. The hole at a wall is...