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Joseph Brodsky - Letter to an Archaeologis
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Citizen, enemy, mama`s boy, sucker, utter
garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;
a scalp so often scalded with boiling water
that the puny brain feels completely cooked.
Yes, we have dwelt here: in this concrete, brick, wooden
rubble which you now arrive to sift.
All our wires were crossed, barbed, tangled, or interwoven.
Also: we didn`t love our women, but they conceived.
Sharp is the sound of pickax that hurts dead iron;
still, it`s gentler than what we`ve been told or have said ourselves.
Stranger! move carefully through our carrion:
what seems carrion to you is freedom to our cells.
Leave our names alone. Don`t reconstruct those vowels,
consonants, and so forth: they won`t resemble larks
but a demented bloodhound whose maw devours 
its own traces, feces, and barks, and barks.
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