Merry Christmas, friends! Christmas Star by Joseph Brodsky Tr. L. Shmailo In a cold time, in a place accustomed more To scorching heat, than cold, to the flatness of plain, than to hills: A child was born in a cave to save the world. And it stormed, as only the winter’s desert storms rain. Everything seemed huge to him: his mother’s breast, The yellow steam of the camels’ breath. And from afar, Their gifts carried here, the Magi, Balthazar, Melchior, Caspar. He was all of him just a dot. And that dot was a star. Attentively and fixedly, through the sparse clouds Upon the recumbent child in the manger, through the night’s haze From the depths of the universe, from its end and bound, A star watched over the cave. And that was the Father’s gaze.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:59:58 +0000
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