A Song Comments

'I wish you were here, dear, ' reinforces the lover's emotional solitude. A Song beautifully encapsulates love's lingering presence even in absence.

Dear Poet, congratulations, that our poem was selected as poem oft he day. Your poem is a poignant and wistful meditation on longing and absence. Through simple yet evocative language, the poem captures the ache of missing someone.

Thinking of this poem sparks memories of everyone I've loved and lost, even poets on this site who knowlonger post or ate gone. I wish they were all here

So beautiful poem! ! ! ! It rhymes and touches the heart string!

I wish you were here sitting next to me. Thoughts that reflect love and longing so beautifully penned.

I cite his last four lines here: It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying? Heart-wrenching poem!

The Russian Great Poetess Anna Akhmatova soon recognized in the young poet the most gifted lyric voice of his generation. WOW! Right from her heart.

CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by POem Hunter and Team as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Most deserving and thank you for sharing

TWO: FIVE Stars Full for this adorably worded poem by the famous Joseph Brodzky. TFS

ONE: Three parts of each 8 lines and so adorably worded. A heart touching poem with a bit melancholy, but so soft and simply worded, but the result is still breathing in our hearts.

Very nice....almost sounds like a song.

The last line is profound and hit me like a low tree branch. I have been mourning the death of my dear mother to Alzheimers. How she suffered because she couldn't remember so many event, people in her long life. And her forgetting hurt me too. Now I see memory in a different light altogether. Why torture ourselves? Death puts it all in perspective. We all can life in the present until we are no longer present, right?

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..............so sweetest and so saddest. This poem touched my heart and soul

Lovely and very passionate poem. Very heartfelt with strong emotions................

' It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying? '.......Very expressive lines! Sad and touching!

can anyone give me the name of this translator?

Roger Angell writes nicely of Brodsky and of this poem in This Old Man.

With some instruments playing in harmony for the theme, a vocalist takes us to a romantic world. Thanks for sharing.

Despite the jocular tone there is a current of sadness we sense almost immediately When the last lines makes the permanence of the poet's loss clear, I can admire his discipline in putting his grief in artistic form. I saw a show on PBS in the 1990's in which Seamus Heaney visited Brodsky in his small apartment. The Russian poet fixed tea as the Irish poet brought him up to date on his activities. As they sat at the table with their tea and conversation, it was a marvelous display of friendship and poetry. Although both have passed, their spirits persist.

a poem of longing for what has gone, so very sad