my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



i read all the poems written by brodsky
in russian and when i started today reading them
in english i never found a match
i miss other languages and i miss
knowing english so poor
cos every country is a different world

i sit in the dark. 
and it would be hard to figure out
which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out. 

- i.b.

and sometimes i got far thinking these easily 
could be my words feeling all the same emotions

linen rough string
through brass petals
of unfinished old necklace
and mat glass button made
a coal flower
and me, wearing dark berries


  1. I love learning languages and most of all, finally being able to read in that language. I think your way with English is lovely and poetic. I wish I could read you write in Russian.

    1. sewon,
      thank you and
      i saw you moved to new york
      this city is like a myth to me,
      old streets and so.
      yes, about reading i feel the same way.

      have a nice evening


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