I’ve come across the best translation of this Brodsky’s poem by Artem Serebrennikov. *** On Ukrainian Independence Dear Charles XII, the Poltava battle [1] Has been fortunately lost. To quote Lenin’s burring rattle, “Time will show you Kuzka’s mother”[2], ruins along the waste, Bones of post-mortem bliss with a Ukrainian aftertaste. It’s not the green flag … Continue reading Joseph Brodsky – On Ukrainian Independence →