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"Farewell, Forget not obessud ..."
Goodbye,
Forget
And not obessud.
A letter burn,
As the bridge.
So be brave
your way,
he shall be straight and simple.
Let it be in the darkness
for you burn
star tinsel,
Let there be hope
Palm warm
at your campfire.
Let there be a snowstorm,
snow, rain
and a mad roaring fire,
Yes you will have good luck ahead
more than I have.
May the mighty and beautiful
fight,
rattling in your chest.
I am happy for those,
that you can be,
on the way.
© Joseph Brodsky, 1957
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