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"It's sort of sad that it took 51 years for Nabokov's story to get an English translation."

      "ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN

When, in the cold October dusk, I saw you near to setting,
   Arcturus, bringer of spring,
Lord of the summer nights, leaving us now in autumn,
   Having no pity on our withering;

Oh, then I knew at last that my own autumn was upon me,
   I felt it in my blood,
Restless as dwindling streams that still remember
   The music of their flood.

There in the thickening dark a wind-bent tree above me
   Loosed its last leaves in flight--
I saw you sink and vanish, pitiless Arcturus,
   You will not stay to share our lengthening night."

—Sara Teasdale

Hell of the Cyr redux.

"Thorngrown her throne · thronged by phantoms" —Adam Bolivar

October.