M.B. <br /> <br /> I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing <br /> at what emerged behind that back, <br /> and saw a chair pushed slightly forward, <br /> merging now with the lighted wall. <br /> The lamp glared too bright to show <br /> the shabby furniture to some advantage, <br /> and that is why sofa of brown leather <br /> shone a sort of yellow in a corner. <br /> The table looked bare, the parquet glossy, <br /> the stove quite dark, and in a dusty frame <br /> a landscape did not stir. Only the sideboard <br /> seemed to me to have some animation. <br /> But a moth flitted round the room, <br /> causing my arrested glance to shift; <br /> and if at any time a ghost had lived here, <br /> he now was gone, abandoning this house.<br /><br />Joseph Brodsky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-threw-my-arms-about-those-shoulders/
