"Swimming through the fog": a poem by Joseph Brodsky about a journey that happens once to everyone
"Swimming through the fog": a poem by Joseph Brodsky about a journey that happens once to everyone
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I drank my coffee, leafed through the novel …

The poems of Joseph Brodsky are a special element. His lines cut through to the depths of the soul. Such deep images always stand behind seemingly simple words. Not a superfluous letter, but at the same time how wonderful!

It was a voyage through the fog; I was sitting in an empty ship's bar, drinking my coffee, leafing through a novel; it was as quiet as in a balloon, and a motionless row of bottles flickered without attracting eyes.

The ship was sailing in the fog. The fog was white; in turn, what was also a white ship (see the law of the expulsion of bodies) into milk seemed like chalk, and the only black thing was coffee while I was drinking.

The sea was not visible. In the whitish haze that swaddled on all sides, it was absurd to think that the ship was going to land - if in general it was a ship, and not a clot of fog, as if someone had poured white into milk.

philosophical poem by Joseph Brodsky - “I don’t ask for immortality in death…”.

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