More Poetry for Epiphany–Joseph Brodsky: Nativity Poem

Imagine the kings, the caravans’ stilted procession
As they make for the cave, or, rather, three beams closing in
And in on the star, the creaking of loads, the clink of a cowbell;
(No thronging of Heaven as yet, no peal of the bell

That will ring in the end for the infant once he has earned it).
Imagine the Lord, for the first time, from darkness, and stranded
Immensely in distance, recognizing Himself in the Son
Of Man: His homelessness plain to him now in a homeless one.

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A sneaky second entry for #epiphany – made of abalaster, gilding, and paint. C. 1400 – 1500, now in the Ashmolean museum, Oxford #MedievalMonday pic.twitter.com/DySj7cX7JJ

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