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Letter to an Archaeologist

Written by: Joseph Brodsky | Biography
 | Quotes (33) |
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 that 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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