Vladislav Khodasevich Poems
|1.||Before The Mirror||4/7/2015|
|2.||Look for Me||6/29/2016|
|3.||About My Myself||6/29/2016|
|5.||A Blizzard Roars Behind...||6/29/2016|
|7.||From the Diary||6/29/2016|
|8.||The Hum of Spring...||6/29/2016|
|9.||Lady's Hands Were Washed...||6/29/2016|
|10.||No, You're not Right...||6/29/2016|
|11.||The Tears Of Rachel||6/29/2016|
|13.||Through the Window||6/29/2016|
|19.||In Front of the Mirror||6/29/2016|
|22.||Not My Mother…||6/29/2016|
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Look for Me
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;
I'm lighter than that ray - it's there: I'm gone.
But we are friends for ever, undivided!
Listen: I'm here. Your hands can feel the way
to reach me with their living touch, extended
trembling into the restless flame of day.
Happen to close your eyelids, while you linger…
Make me one final effort, and you might
find at the nerve-ends of each quivering finger
brushes of secret fire as I ignite.
About My Myself
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
Will not agree with their offensive prize.
And so I live, hiding my heart, divine,
Into the breast of a low, nasty rebel …
D' you see a spider on the green blade, fine,
And on its back - the cruciform black label?