All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary And the beads of quick
words scatter over his spouse’s sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
Next the snapshot of his sister. He doesn’t spare his kin:
what’s been reached is the highest possible latitude!
And like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude
queen it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.
From: http://www.shigeku.org/xlib/lingshidao/waiwen/brodsky.htm
Date: 1977 (original and translation)
By: Iosif (Joseph) Aleksandrovich Brodsky (1940-1996)
Translated by: Iosif (Joseph) Aleksandrovich Brodsky (1940-1996)
From Troubles of The World 