Joseph Brodsky

I enjoy reading his poetry to experience his way of exploring "the capacity of language" to deal with ideas and move our hearts. Given the extreme circumstances of his life and the rewards he received for his poetic art this is an inspirational experience. In anticipation of his death he penned the poem Taps which opens with the following lines:
I've been reproached for everything save the weather
and in turn my own neck was seeking a scimitar.
But soon, I'm told, I'll lose my epaulets altogether
and dwindle into a little star.
Perhaps "a little star"; but he remains, for those of us who appreciate his poetry, a Supernova of twentieth century literature.
Collected Poems in English by Joseph Brodsky. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York. (2000)
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