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
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