Joseph Brodsky
Christmas 1963 (1 964)
Magi came. The baby was sleeping soundly.
star shone bright with the sky.
cold wind in the snow drift shoveled.
rustled the sand. Bonfire crackling in front.
Smoke was a candle. Fire billowed hook.
And shadows became a shorter,
suddenly longer. No one knew the terms,
that life begins with the account that night.
Magi came. The baby was sleeping soundly.
Steep vaults surrounded by nurseries.
whirling snow. Swirling white mist.
lay baby and the gifts were.
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| Album: Lace |
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