Displaced Poet

for Joseph Brodsky who said
“The dolce vita is chocolate and champagne”

He bought bread
in the little shop on the corner,
had it wrapped

mostly for the mystery
and the precious paper,
a blank slate for his poetry

inspired by mingled scents
of poppy seed and yeast
and a yearning for his homeland

where loaves were crustier
and poets were noted
for their hunger.

4 thoughts on “Displaced Poet

  1. Thanks, Diane,

    I have been delving into the lives of the Russian poets of the 20th
    century. This poem was born from reading of the tragedies they
    lived on a daily basis. I am always glad to find your comments on
    my work.


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