Woman in the Pantheon
I see my letters displayed here under glass
My old high heels, dresses, underskirts!
What a diligent job the gentlemen did!
I know the folly of men, men’s vanity
But exhibiting fans and corsets?
Phooey, gentlemen! Now that’s what I call shady
Oh, I’m yelling? My lovers have been legion
Yet I don’t recall you, sir, among them
I would like to don your robes, dear Muses
Freed in death of those who stripped me in life
Do not ask me for memories, tenderness
If I have to stand here and sniff my own past
Then goodbye, Pantheon! goodbye, Muses!
Better my name be left off your rolls
I would sooner go down in oblivion
Dignified, alone, with no human presence
Than have you rummage around in my past
So good-bye, Pantheon! good-bye, Muses!
| Subject: | A Woman in the Pantheon |
| Author: | Součková, Milada |
| Title: | Woman in the Pantheon |
| Date: | 1940-1949 |
| Licence: | Free license |