"Pilgrims" Joseph Brodsky



«My dreams and feelings for the hundredth time
Go to you dear pilgrims ».
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Past lists, temples,
by churches and bars,
by posh cemeteries,
near the Grand Bazaar,
Peace and sorrow past,
near Mecca and Rome,
the burning sun in blue,
Pilgrims are on the ground.
They maimed, humpback,
hungry, half-dressed,
their eyes are full of sunset,
their hearts are full of dawn.
They were singing the desert,
lightning flash,
stars burn on them,
hoarse shout them birds:
that the world will remain the same,
Yes, remain the same,
blinding snow,
and it is doubtful gentle,
the world will be a liar,
the world will remain forever,
perhaps understandable,
but still endless.
And, therefore, there is no sense
belief in themselves but in God.
... And then, there were only
the illusion and the road.
And to be on the ground sunsets,
and be above ground dawns.
Fertilize its soldiers.
Approve its poets.

© Joseph Brodsky, 1958

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