Vladislav Khodasevich Poems

‘I, I, I'. What a word! It's unfair!
Is this man I? Is this not a fake?
Could his mother love him anywhere -
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Look for me in spring's transparent air.
I flit like vanishing wings, no heavier than
a sound, a breath, a sunray on the floor;
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No, I didn't lost the beauty, but in whole,
I'm put to shame to see it by my eyes,
By eyes of men - else more, for my soul
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We make our way in somber silence.
The empty dark, the row night.
And suddenly - with singing summons -
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A blizzard roars behind my window,
Throws snow on my hut.
I play, like an idle widower,
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Smooth and crunch by feet of mine.
Snow starts and wind regains.
Holly Father! What a pine!
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My ear is shocked by every noise,
My eye - by light of sun or fire,
My spirit launched its cutting growth,
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The hum of spring will not else loosen
My verses of the clenched words,
I've loved steel grating and diffusion,
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Lady's hands were washed and serviced,
Lady's hands were strongly stirred,
This good Lady didn't forget, else,
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No, you're not right, I don't adore me, yet.
What's positive in the free lancer, tiered?
But, looking into me, I'm, by the God's entire,
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