Joseph Brodsky, "Seven Strophes"

[the_grynne]

SEVEN STROPHESI was but what you'd brush

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[so_spiffed]

I...don't know why but this really scared me for some reason. Not the poem itself, exactly, but it made me think of other things, which I then doubted.

Strange.

[the_grynne]

Oh, no. It's not just you. When I first read this:

It was you, on my right,
on my left, with your heated
sighs, who molded my helix,
whispering at my side.

It was you by that black
window's trembling tulle pattern
who laid in my raw cavern
a voice calling you back.

I literally felt my spine crawl.