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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May 24, 1980</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,<br>carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters,<br>lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis,<br>dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles.<br>From the height of a glacier I beheld half a world, the earthly<br>width. Twice have drowned, thrice let knives rake my nitty-gritty.<br>Quit the country the bore and nursed me.<br>Those who forgot me would make a city.<br>I have waded the steppes that saw yelling Huns in saddles,<br>worn the clothes nowadays back in fashion in every quarter,<br>planted rye, tarred the roofs of pigsties and stables,<br>guzzled everything save dry water.<br>I've admitted the sentries' third eye into my wet and foul<br>dreams. Munched the bread of exile; it's stale and warty.<br>Granted my lungs all sounds except the howl;<br>switched to a whisper. Now I am forty.<br>What should I say about my life? That it's long and abhors transparence.<br>Broken eggs make me grieve; the omelet, though, makes me vomit.<br>Yet until brown clay has been rammed down my larynx,<br>only gratitude will be gushing from it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Joseph+Brodsky">Joseph Brodsky</a></strong></div>