Social critisim is so passe...
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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 slimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!
- "Pale Fire", Nabokov.
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Since some Hebrew speakers muse be here, here's my Bamah page, if anyone's interested. http://stage.co.il/Authors/23226
I am from Israel, if the latter remark hasn't hit you with the sad news yet. I was born in Russia in 1986.
Soon, in about a year, Ishall become Finnish... well, sorta.
I study linguistics in the Hebrew University, Jerusalem, and enjoy it very much. Latin and Old Norse in the uni, and Swedish and Finnish at home.
P.s. - I HATE FICTIONPRESS! I have given up on hopes that the stupid editor would EVER break a line whereI ask it to, with or without their stinking guidlines. why do such useless things exist?! Obviously, all the poems I upload are completely fucked up by this lovely site...
FictionPress.com - let the words flow
