Sun, moon, earth

 "I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
by the false azure of the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -- and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!"
Nabokov, V (uittreksel uit Pale Fire). 

17:29 Gepost door dirkH | Permalink | Commentaren (1) |  Facebook |


wat een vrolijk huppelende ode ;-)

Gepost door: lord cms | 09-10-05

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