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January 1, 1965 by Joseph Brodsky

The kings will lose your old address. No star will flare up to impress. The ear may yield, under duress, to blizzards’ nagging roar. The shadows falling off your back, you’d snuff the candle, hit the sack, for calendars more … Continue reading

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