“I had been sleepwalking: poems had guided me, instead of the moon, and the world had been absent.”
— Lydia Chukovskaya, from a diary entry featured in “The Akhmatova Journals,”

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“I had been sleepwalking: poems had guided me, instead of the moon, and the world had been absent.”
— Lydia Chukovskaya, from a diary entry featured in “The Akhmatova Journals,”
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“My hungry eyes through greedy covetize Still to behold the object of their paine, With no contentment can themselves suffize; But having pine and having not complaine. For lacking it they cannot lyfe sustayne; And having it they gaze on it the more, In their amazement lyke Narcissus vaine, Whose eyes him starv’d: so plenty makes me poore. Yet are mine eyes so filled with the store Of that faire sight, that nothing else they brooke, But lothe the things which they did like before, And can no more endure on them to looke. All this worlds glory seemeth vayne to me, And all their showes but shadowes saving she.”
— Edmund Spenser, Amoretti
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