Collected Poems in English by Joseph Brodsky.
It's excellent stuff. Phases of matter, places both in human construct
and topology, are all thoroughly redefined. Then there are the ornate
metaphors, and the wise tone of gratitude toward life, which is
ultimately a tour through the relics of those dead who came before,
scattered with plants and parts they had yet to understand.
It
was only a little hard to understand if, or which of, these poems were
written in English, or translated craftily from Russian. They feel like
the outcome of much mental convolution, in any case, but a pleasure to
read.
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