From *Pale Fire* by Vladimir Nabokov, Canto One, First Stanza
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- Опубліковано 20 лис 2015
- This is the opening stanza of Vladimir Nabokov's unique and lovely (and chimerical) book, _Pale Fire_. I have always found this opening stanza, most particularly the first two lines, to be very beautiful and captivating.
The picture of the man is a picture of Nabokov; the picture of a bird is of a waxwing.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff-and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!
beautiful. the beauty beyond reach, the artifice, the memory, in many ways, Nabokov's essence and the essence of his work contained in this stanza
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