Part Of Speech

Joseph Brodsky

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...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice
rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece
of ripened memory which is twice
as hole-ridden as real cheese.
After all these years it hardly matters who
or what stands in the corner, hidden by heavy drapes,
and your mind resounds not with a seraphic "doh",
only their rustle. Life, that no one dares
to appraise, like that gift horse's mouth,
bares its teeth in a grin at each
encounter. What gets left of a man amounts
to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech.


Translated by Author

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  • pascaltechno83

    Just read "Part Of Speech" for my lit homework. Really makes you think about life and memory, ya know? Hard to wrap my head around but interesting. Kinda deep for a Tuesday night 💭 🤔