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Joseph Brodsky - "From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember"
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From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember, 
dear respectful my darling, doesn`t matter 
even who, for the face, speaking frankly, 
is impossible to remember, not yours, and 
no-one`s best friend, sends his regards being on one 
of the five continents, related to cow-boys; 
I loved you more than angels and even Himself 
and am further from you now than from them both; 
late at night, in the sleeping valley, in its very pit, 
twisting at night on the blank bed-sheet -- 
as not mentioned below at least, -- with a throb 
I whip up the pillow by moaning "you" 
from beyond the seas, its shores connecting 
in the dark, with my body your body through 
all it`s features, as a crazy mirror, reflecting.
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