Михаил Лермонтов 1840
И скучно и грустно, и некому руку подать
В минуту душевной невзгоды...
Желанья!.. что пользы напрасно и вечно желать?..
А годы проходят - все лучшие годы!
Любить... но кого же?.. на время - не стоит труда,
А вечно любить невозможно.
В себя ли заглянешь? - там прошлого нет и следа:
И радость, и муки, и всё там ничтожно...
Что страсти? - ведь рано иль поздно их сладкий недуг
Исчезнет при слове рассудка;
И жизнь, как посмотришь с холодным вниманьем вокруг -
Такая пустая и глупая шутка...
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Decorate me not, with your labels:
ReplyDeleteLike a dress I have outgrown,
They sit awkwardly upon me,
Not belonging; peeling off;
Stifling my soul with the narrowness
To which you confine me.
They let you imagine me
As what you wish me to be.
Paint me not with your hues;
Each of you perceives me
Through the tint of your own eyes
And sort me like candy.
Then you accuse me: like a chameleon,
Of changing color with every view.
In truth, it is you who view me in colors,
And you, whose perceptions change.
Fashion me not in your shapes:
I am not soft clay to be molded;
I have a form and contour
That cannot be changed with force;
Your compulsion may break me
But it cannot re-sculpt me.
I do not need to look like you:
It is you who need me to fit in.
Stop trying to define me—
I defy your simplistic definitions,
Do not hope to classify me:
I do not fit in your pretty categories.
Do not try to remodel me,
I have been modeled as I was meant to be
I am. And proud to be.
Accept me.