Vladislav Khodasevich Biography

‘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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