In Canto One of his poem John Shade (the poet in VN’s novel Pale Fire, 1962) describes his childhood and mentions "the svelte Stilettos of a frozen stillicide" and "trophies of the eaves" (as Shade calls icicles):
All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they
Took photographs. Whenever I'd permit,
Or, with a silent shiver, order it,
Whatever in my field of vision dwelt -