Joseph Brodsky - A Poem for Christmas

I am no longer a Christian, but I still find some meaning in the story of the Nativity. This is a great poem from a modern master. This is how a real poet writes about Christmas. Enjoy.

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From the Irish Times:

A poem for Christmas

~ By Joseph Brodsky (translated from Russian by Seamus Heaney)

Imagine striking a match that night in the cave:
use the cracks in the floor to feel the cold.
Use crockery in order to feel the hunger.
And to feel the desert - but the desert is everywhere.
Imagine striking a match in that midnight cave,
the fire, the farm beasts in outline, the farm tools and stuff;
and imagine, as you towel your face in the towel's folds,
the bundled up Infant. And Mary and Joseph.
Imagine the kings, the caravans' stilted procession
as they make for the cave, or rather three beams closing in
and in on the star; the creaking of loads, the clink of a cowbell;
(but in the cerulean thickening over the Infant
no bell and no echo of bell: He hasn't earned it yet.)
Imagine the Lord, for the first time, from darkness, and stranded
immensely in distance, recognising Himself in the Son,
of Man: homeless, going out to Himself in a homeless one.

(From Nativity Poems by Joseph Brodsky, published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2001)

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