Author: Abdourahman A. Waberi

Cites

• Vladimir Nabokov (1)
  • IN: Transit (2003) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Thank you, my land; for your remotest Most cruel mist my thanks are due, By you possessed, by you unnoticed, Unto myself I speak of you. And in these talks between somnambules My inmost being hardly knows If it's my demency that rambles Or your own melody that grows.
    FROM: The Gift, (1938), Novel, Russia