Meditation : Star of the Nativity


In the cold season, in a locality accustomed to heat more

Than to cold, to horizontality more than to a mountain,

A child was born in a cave in order to save the world;

It blew as only in deserts in winter it blows, athwart.

To Him, all things seemed enormous: His mother’s breast,

The steam out of the ox’s nostrils, Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior – the team

Of Magi, their presents, heaped by the door, ajar.

He was but a dot, and a dot was the star.

Keenly, without blinking, through pallid, stray

Clouds, upon the child in the manger, from far away –

From the depth of the universe, from its opposite end – the star

Was looking into the cave. And that was the Father’s stare.

From Nativity Poems by Joseph Brodsky