Self-Portrait (Bohdan Ihor Antonych)

Red and silver maples
Spring and the wind above them
The incomprehensible beauty of creation
Is it possible not to get high from you?

Having sold life to the sun
For a thousand gold coins of madness
I am forever an ecstatic pagan
A poet on the high of spring!



Credits
Writer(s): Bohdan Ihor Antonych, Luka Kuplowsky, Michael Marion Naydan
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