Я не любитель Бродского, но это по-моему здорово....

I'm not a fan of Brodsky, but I think it's great.
Debut (1970)

Book: Joseph Brodsky. Poems and poems

        1

     Having passed all her exams, she
     I invited a friend to my place on Saturday,
     it was evening and clogged tight
     there was a bottle of red wine.

     And Sunday began with rain
     and guest tiptoe sneaking between
     creaky chairs took off his clothes
     with an unstable nail in the wall.

     She took a cup from the table
     and splashed out the rest of the tea in her mouth.
     The apartment was still asleep at this hour.
     She lay in the bath, feeling

     all skin peeling bottom
     and emptiness, fragrant with soap,
     crawled into her through another
     a hole introducing the world.

        2

     Door quietly pretending hand
     was - he shuddered - stained; hiding
     her pocket, he heard how surrender
     splashed with wine in the bowels of the jacket.

     The avenue was empty. From drainpipes
     pouring water sweeping away cigarette butts.
     He remembered a nail and a trickle of plaster,
     and for some reason all of a sudden lips

     word broke (God forbid
     from all his impressions)
     and if a taxi hadn’t come up here,
     he would be dumbfounded by amazement.

     He undressed in his room,
     without looking at the sweaty sweat
     a key suitable for many doors
     stunned by the first turn.