“Midnight is near. I’m no one, no one’s, / worn out by the spectre of life,”— Innokenty Annensky, from Winter Sky; The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry (ed. by Robert Chandler, Irina Mashinski, Boris Dralyuk) (via megairea)
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