When the arms weave white nights
when the arms weave white nights,
caressing your eyelids,
only dreams know how to come out dry from the rain,
like butterflies,
spreading their wings to stop the drops,
and the dew, humble servant
washes your feet with clover honey
to grow wings, melt the wax on the altar, and
plant basil in your chest,
let us float like the wind on swaying water
…and
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Categories:
nabokov, love,
Form: Free verse
Youth, Time, Night Sky and Heaven's Blessed Voice, Second Poets Tribute Series, Vladimir Nabokov
Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice
As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!
Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
Should we not thus seek, blessings so
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Categories:
nabokov, appreciation, art, creation, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
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Oh, how high your brow ripe with laurus
ascends above the literary world!
Your multilingual bottomless thesaurus
is full of diamonds, emeralds and gold.
I'm sorting through these treasures in the shadow
of your memorial chosen by the birds:
the butterflies, the motherland, the meadow
as green as youth, the chess, the rhymes, the words.
Oh, those words! The words? It would be
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Categories:
nabokov, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
Autumn By Vladimir Nabokov
Gold is covering emerald leaves,
I can see cloudy heaven is numb,
Asters, dahlias blooms among grieves
like a garland they cannot succumb.
Little rain is annoying sometimes,
It is hanging like muddy cobweb,
The wind plays with the foliage that lies,
It will fly away newly, don't grab.
And sometimes daring ray of sunshine
will burn lightly with its rare kiss,
Clouds run
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Categories:
nabokov, autumn, emotions, feelings, kiss,
Form: Lyric
Rhymed Review On Lolita By Vladimir Nabokov
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
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Categories:
nabokov, books,
Form: Rhyme