“A Song I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near. The handkerchief could be yours, the tear could be mine, chin-bound. Though it could be, of course, the other way around. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish we were in my car and you'd shift the gear. We'd find ourselves elsewhere, on an unknown shore. Or else we'd repair to where we've been before. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish I knew no astronomy when stars appear, when the moon skims the water that sighs and shifts in its slumber. I wish it were still a quarter to dial your number. I wish you were here, dear, in this hemisphere, as I sit on the porch sipping a beer. It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying?” PoemsForgettingJoseph Brodsky Author:Joseph Brodsky
“We have, all of us, more reasons for staying than for marching. What's the point in marching if you are only going to catch up with a very sad tune?” EssayJoseph BrodskySpoils Of WarOn Grief And Reason Essays Book:On Grief And Reason: Essays Source: On Grief And Reason: Essays