In the family album - Brodsky

Are not we here, to look,
there, surrounded by sand -
on both sides of the bench,
frozen, on the seashore.

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All fancies, that next to you.
I see everything through a rainy howl
flows into the color of the water
fluctuating curl your.

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How twisted someone in tow
linen sheets night,
and clouds and shafts run,
but the different ways they.

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empty beach, the edge of the earth,
where each wooden house
looms behind you,
as the boat, that stands upside down.

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And now, as if the fear:
I can not believe, the house is rooted!
But, throwing open the doors, fisherman
prevents repeat the question.

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And the wind was whistling, Tweedledum
so hungry for simple borders,
in this dragnet (or network) rain
those caught shorebirds,

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I can not see them from the side -
as the backside of his bench
repeats, that we are, are,
what, may be, and we are a family.

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Only us here - not now, no further,
staring at the empty sand,
the identity of the sign does not see,
knit of two boards.

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