Born in Russia, raised in Estonia, escaped in Germany, formed as a poet in Australia, wrote all his best poems, was buried in the USA - this is the geography of the fate of the outstanding Russian poet of the first wave of emigration, Boris Narcissov. His creative biography is completely different: he is perhaps our closest successor to the poetic tradition of Edgar Allan Poe. Not just a romantic of the star Canopus (often called the South Pole Star), not just a visionary with a witch's surname, gifted with both the skill and sensitivity of a great poet - Nartsissov is known among us only for his meager publications in anthologies, while he will be appreciated only by those who read what he left behind entire inheritance. This is exactly what the “Letter to Himself” comes to the reader today - a brilliant “Edgarian” poetry of the Russian diaspora.