"Don’t leave the room, don’t make the mistake and run.
If you smoke Shipka, what good is the sun?
Outside, all is senseless, especially the cries of joy.
Go to the bathroom and come back straight away.
Don’t leave the room, don’t call for a cab, my dear.
Because space out there is just a trick of the air,
The wallpaper’s pattern ends at the door,
And beyond it—nothing, zilch, no more.
Don’t leave the room, pretend you’ve caught a chill.
What could be more thrilling than a wall and a sill?
Why step outside, when you’ll only return
Late and altered, a stranger reborn?
Don’t leave the room. Dance, catch the bossa nova vibe,
In your slippers, coatless, let the rhythm thrive.
The hall reeks of cabbage, of furniture old and sour.
You’ve no cause to leave—not for an hour.
Don’t leave the room."
Joseph Brodsky
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