Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry...

 

Vladimir Nabokov
My friend, I`m really just sorry...

My friend, I'm really just sorry
about who, in secret blindness,
passing all length of the green alley,
just can not notice on leaves
the striking network of the streaks
and points of the tubercles
or even the serrated tracks
from saws of the blue-horned slugs.

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