A Polar Explorer by Iosif (Joseph) Aleksandrovich Brodsky

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)

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