Twenty-three years later, the exchange
with the Immigration Officer
at Heathrow is brisk.
“Business or pleasure?”
“What do you call a funeral?”
He waves me through.
Joseph Brodsky:
First chapter of an essay:
“In Memory of Stephen Spender”
from
“On Grief and Reason”
Essays
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