Joseph Brodsky

(24 May 1940 – 28 January 1996 / Leningrad)

Belfast Tune - Poem by Joseph Brodsky

Here's a girl from a dangerous town
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.

She folds her memories like a parachute.
Dropped, she collects the peat
and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot
here where they eat.

Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,
ground. Hence her voice's pitch,
and her stare stains your retina like a gray
bulb when you switch

hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt
skirt's cut to catch the squall,
I dream of her either loved or killed
because the town's too small.


Comments about Belfast Tune by Joseph Brodsky

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (2/27/2015 2:28:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem -Here's a girl from a dangerous town
    She crops her dark hair short
    so that less of her has to frown
    when someone gets hurt. i liked the most (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Bella Forrest (2/28/2012 10:18:00 PM)

    This is very catchy. so that less of her has to frown. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Roman Nikolaev (11/13/2008 4:41:00 AM)

    great (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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