Thanks for clarifying,
Jen
http://www.gingkopress.com/09-lit/vladimir-nabokov-pale-fire.htmlIt does indeed look cool. I have got to read this. Thank you for your post..just found this..end of Canto 3(?)
"Gently the day has passed in a sustained
Low hum of harmony. The brain is drained
And a brown ament, and the noun I meant
To use but did not, dry on the cement.
Maybe my sensual love for the
consonne
D'appui, Echo's fey child, is based upon
A feeling of fantastically planned,
Richly rhymed life.
I feel I understand
Existence, or at least a minute part
Of my existence, only through my art,
In terms of combinational delight;
And if my private universe scans right,
So does the verse of galaxies divine
Which I suspect is an iambic line.
I'm reasonably sure that we survive
And that my darling somewhere is alive,
As I am reasonably sure that I
Shall wake at six tomorrow, on July
The twenty-second, nineteen fifty-nine,
And that the day will probably be fine;
So this alarm clock let me set myself,
Yawn, and put back Shade's "Poems" on their shelf."
I can't explain in words what these words..oh heck, I'm speechless
Goodnight HHHotties. Loooong day for me tomorrow.