And then black night. That blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time:
One foot upon a mountaintop. One hand
Under the pebbles of a panting strand,
One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain,
In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain.
I felt distributed through space and time:
One foot upon a mountaintop. One hand
Under the pebbles of a panting strand,
One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain,
In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain.
— Vladimir Nabokov, “Pale Fire” (Canto One. 147-153)
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Author Vladimir Nabokov and his wife Vera chasing butterflies.
Carl Mydans, Ithaca, NY, US, 1958
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