Quotation by Vladimir Nabokov

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.
Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977), Russian-born U.S. novelist, poet. Pale Fire (1962).

The beginning of the poem.
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