Vladislav Khodasevich

(1886 - 1939 / Moscow / Russia)

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?

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