Poet,

a šta be sa onim „Vaistina se Rodi”?

Nije aproprietno da se na danasnji Hristov rođendan zapitkujemo objašnjavamo, pravdamo i subsekventno i izvinjavamo.
Verovatno da i ti sa svojom familijom u Bozijem miru provodis ovaj sveti nam dan.

Verujem znaš za Ruskog pesnika Joseph Brodsky.

Impresioniran sa sezonom Bozica, Brodsky je svake godine napise po jedanu pesmu koje su sabrani u njegovoj knjizi „Nativity Poems”. U njima autor nije samo impresiran sa  Bozicnom ikonografijom nego i sa tenmama kao sto su: Proslave, ljubav, vecnost, perfekcija i greh.

Jedna od Brodsky's Christmas popems

Cold evening floats within your eyes
and snow is fluttering on the panes
of carriages; the wind is ice
and pale, it seals your reddened palms.
Evening lights like honey seep;
the scent of halvah’s everywhere,
as Christmas Eve lifts up its sweet-
meats in the air.

Now drifting on a dark-blue wave
across the city’s gloomy sea,
there floating by, your New Year’s Eve—
as if life could restart, could be
a thing of light with each day lived
successfully, and food to eat,
—as if, life having rolled to left,
it could roll right.