Six years later

In the meantime, there is no need to worry about it. ”

M. B.

In the meantime, there is no need to worry about it. ”

In the meantime, there is no need to worry about it. ”

We lived together for so long that again
the second of January fell on a Tuesday,
that raised eyebrow in surprise,
like a windshield wiper,
she drove a vague sadness from her face,
leaving the distance unclouded.

Lived together for so long that the snow
if it falls out, it was thought - forever,
that, so as not to close her eyes,
I covered them with my hand, and my eyelids,
not believing that they are trying to save,
darted there like butterflies in a handful.

Were so alien to any novelty,
that a close embrace in a dream
dishonored any psychoanalysis;
that the lips that fell to the shoulder
with mine who blew out the candle,
not seeing other deeds, they united.

We lived together so long that roses
family on shabby wallpaper
replaced by a whole grove of birches,
and both had money,
and thirty days over the sea, tongue,
the sunset threatened Turkey with fire.

We've been living together for so long without books
no furniture, no utensils, on the old
the sofa that - before it arose -
was a triangle perpendicular,
restored by friends standing upright
over the two merged points.

We lived together for so long,
what made of their own shadows
we are the door to ourselves - are you working, are you sleeping,
but the doors did not swing apart,
and we went through them, apparently, through and through
and went out into the future by the back door.

In the meantime, there is no need to worry about it. ”

1968

In the meantime, there is no need to worry about it. ”

Joseph Brodsky