I'm an advanced pronoun

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I appear not to be doing well at all. Tell me something I'm unlikely to know.

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Okay, here is something else, a poem that seraphimsigrist posted (here) by Arseny Tarkovsky (whom I had never heard of before now)

In the last month of autumn
In the twilight
Of a most bitter life
I entered
full of sorrow
A leafless and nameless wood.
A mist of milky-whiteness,
Like a glass,
Enveloped it from edge to edge.
Along the grey branches
Pure tears flowed,
Such as
Only trees weep on the eve
Of winter's blanching.
And lo! A miracle occurred:
In the dusk
Blue sky gleamed forth from a cloud
And, as though in June, a bright ray
From days to come pierced mu past.
And the trees wept on the eve
Of great deeds and gay abandonment
Of happy storms swirling up in the azure sky,
And blue tits sang a round dance,
As though hands had touched a keyboard
From the earth to the very highest notes.
--Arseny Tarkovsky

[sovay]

a poem that seraphimsigrist posted (here) by Arseny Tarkovsky (whom I had never heard of before now)

He was the director's father, but that's about all I know. I shall have to read more of him.

Thank you.