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Prince Myshkin’s Vigil
Pale Prince Myshkin keeps vigil in a room
In which two aspects of civilization repose:
That which is dying, and that which is dead
That which is cold, and that which is very cold
The wounded healer waits, because he was asked
And harrows there the darkness with his light
He waits with the dead in a rented room
And on a hill, beside a waterfall
A keeper of souls for an appointed time
And his own is kept by Somebody Else
cf, Dostoyevsky's The Idiot
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