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.
We make our way in somber silence.
The empty dark, the row night.
And suddenly - with singing summons -
Automobile arrives in sight.
While shone with facets of his glasses
And a black varnish of side screens,
‘He' stretches in the nightly darkness,
Like Angel, two ‘His' whiting wings.