Six years later joseph brodsky biography
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Joseph Brodsky: Epitaph for a Centaur, Six Years Later
Wednesday Dec 4, 2024 7:00pm
Film Screening & Discussion Co-sponsored by Poetry in America and COJECO Admission: Free Watch the discussion |
Join YIVO, Poetry in America, and COJECO for a panel discussion and screening of a short spelfilm examining the life of namn Brodsky, the celebrated Russian-Jewish American writer and Nobel Laureate. The panel will include Poetry in America Director and Host Elisa New, YIVO Executive Director Jonathan Brent, literary executor of the Joseph Brodsky estate Ann Kjellberg, and founding director of the Russian American Cultural Center Regina Khidekel.
Through analyses of two of Brodsky's evocative poems, “Epitaph for a Centaur” and “Six Years Later,” this 25-minute film encapsulates Brodsky's exploration of identity, belonging, and the passage of time. The film examines the paradoxical relationship between the U.S. and Russia during the Cold War, intricately port
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Six Years Later, Epitaph for a Centaur
SIX YEARS LATER
M.B.
So long had life together been that now
the second of January fell again
on Tuesday, making her astonished brow
lift like a windshield wiper in the rain,
so that her misty sadness cleared, and showed
a cloudless distance waiting up the road.
So long had life together been that once
the snow began to fall, it seemed unending;
that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince,
I’d shield them with my hand, and they, pretending
not to believe that cherishing of eyes,
would beat against my palm like butterflies.
So alien had all novelty become
that sleep’s entanglements would put to shame
whatever depths the analysts might plumb;
that when my lips blew out the candle flame,
her lips, fluttering from my shoulder, sought
to join my own, without another thought.
So long had life toget