Apropos of Nothing...

[redmenace]

...except it's been in my head lately, I reprint below my favorite poem of all time. Enjoy.

A Song (Joseph Brodsky)

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you were in my car, and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've never been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I know no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water that sighs in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's follow by dying?