Vladimir Nabokov

NABOKV-L post 0024031, Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:09:25 +0000

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BIRTHDAY: Sonnet Nabokov
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This year, for VN's birthday, I decided to make a little sonnet based mostly on a paragraph in chapter six of Speak, Memory. Alert readers will notice the twin wings unfolding.

Matt Roth


Sonnet Nabokov: Hummingbird Moths

Near the end of June all the colors collapsed
At once, the lilac's purple bleeding to gray
Beneath a moist, young moon. A low buzz passed
Overhead, a streak in the dying light of day.
Keen with desire, I followed that telltale song.
Olive and pink, it hovered in the bower,
Vibrating its halo, and dipped its long tongue,
Volute and voluptuous, into a flower.
Or later, in autumn, when there came a freeze,
Killing my mother's flowers all at once,
One could sugar for moths by painting the trees
Black with molasses, slathered across their trunks.
Ablaze in the light of my lantern, they would feed,
Not knowing how their hunger fed my need.


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