Volume 34, Number 21 & 22 · January 21, 1988
Acceptance Speech
By Joseph Brodsky
I was born and grew up on the other shore of the Baltic, practically on its opposite gray, rustling page. Sometimes on clear days, especially in autumn, standing on a beach somewhere in Kellomäki, a friend would point his finger northwest across the sheet of water and say: See that blue strip of land? It's Sweden.
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