Dreams About Joseph Brodsky Poem by Liza Sud

If once more I would visit this
world and put on its clothes,
I would ask for a gift of Dreams
about Joseph Brodsky.

Angelic voice and the Father's voice -
He is to me - from Light!
The incarnation again - of Christ,
And about this he wrote.

You would say that he drank and smoked,
Not very saint he was,
But I hear sounds of Other force,
gift of the living word.

Hearing I immerse in Sleep,
And see his castle loom!
thread of love Metaphysically,
Arch achieves - to the roof!