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.
However, after reading Jackie Cameron's "double split" of a lyric by Rod McKuen and a French version of the two last lines, I inexplicably felt some relief. At the same time the philosophy about our imaginative flights that cast our shadows on the world doesn't quite fit with Nabokov's ideas about imagination, monism, platonism, etc. as he expressed them in "Strong Opinions.". and the initial impression of any palest similarity vanishes completely. John Shade's "I" cannot become a didactic"We," nor his ornithological ancestry denied by the creation of a mere analogy between man and birds. .