The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a s — Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a s — Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a s — Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a s — Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a s — Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
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The mirror's light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a single exit lies...(Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

— Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
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