My soul is like a full moon…
By Vladislav Khodasevich
My soul is like a full moon:
It is clear and cold.
It shines on high for itself, shines –
And does little to dry my tears.
And it does not suffer from my woes,
And it scarcely hears the cries of my torment.
And just how tormented I was here,
My radiant soul does not need to know.
January 4, 1921
Translated by me.