“It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd
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“It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd
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Paul Celan, tr. by Patrick Cotter, from Selected Poems; “Crowned Out,” c. 1967
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I know you here in the darkness,