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|
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.
Before The Mirror
‘I, I, I'. What a word! It's unfair!
Is this man I? Is this not a fake?
Could his mother love him anywhere -
Grayish-yellow, gray in his hair,
And such witty and wise as a snake?
Can it be that the boy who liked dances
In the summer Ostankino's balls -
Is I? I who, by each of my answers,