04-23-2017, 07:51 AM
Vita in their own words
In the library that is this world, faint weeping.
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia.
I have come to the conclusion, after many years
of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot
come to any conclusion at all.
I really feel myself in my tower, shut away.
But that is not the whole story ... he wanted
to lead his own life, parallel with the life of love,
separate, independent. He wanted to retain
his individuality, his activity, his timetable.
Julian, Mitya, David, Dark Man,
male, arrogant, alone, the bull.
My private sign, meaning Very Easy.
Few things are more distasteful than
veiled hints.
A damned outmoded poet.
They destroyed me forever.
My own image, within reach, beyond reach.
God knows, I gave you all my love.
I do get so frightfully, frenziedly excited
writing poetry. It is the only thing that
makes me truly and completely happy.
I really feel myself. My duality.
Homesick we are, and always, for
another and different world.
We owned a garden on a hill,
we planted rose and daffodil.
I hate safety, and would rather
fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
And still the strange meaningless
conversations continue.
I worshipped dead men for their strength,
forgetting I was strong.
I don't know what to say to you.
One must be businesslike, although
the glass is falling. Though you may wobble
in your orbit, you can never escape from it.
There was never anything but love
to keep us together, to clap the net
over the butterfly of the moment.
It is painful but also rather pleasant,
if you know what I mean.
In the library that is this world, faint weeping.
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia.
I have come to the conclusion, after many years
of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot
come to any conclusion at all.
I really feel myself in my tower, shut away.
But that is not the whole story ... he wanted
to lead his own life, parallel with the life of love,
separate, independent. He wanted to retain
his individuality, his activity, his timetable.
Julian, Mitya, David, Dark Man,
male, arrogant, alone, the bull.
My private sign, meaning Very Easy.
Few things are more distasteful than
veiled hints.
A damned outmoded poet.
They destroyed me forever.
My own image, within reach, beyond reach.
God knows, I gave you all my love.
I do get so frightfully, frenziedly excited
writing poetry. It is the only thing that
makes me truly and completely happy.
I really feel myself. My duality.
Homesick we are, and always, for
another and different world.
We owned a garden on a hill,
we planted rose and daffodil.
I hate safety, and would rather
fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
And still the strange meaningless
conversations continue.
I worshipped dead men for their strength,
forgetting I was strong.
I don't know what to say to you.
One must be businesslike, although
the glass is falling. Though you may wobble
in your orbit, you can never escape from it.
There was never anything but love
to keep us together, to clap the net
over the butterfly of the moment.
It is painful but also rather pleasant,
if you know what I mean.