Issue 6:
Wish
Paul Tylor
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Nabokov's Death--1977
It was unfair for Nabokov to die,
Leaving his cult without their god.
Perhaps in his room in Montreux,
Which overnight became a shrine,
A trunk sits filled with his wit,
Three-by-five cards on which another
Volume, maybe two, will eventually evolve.
There may yet be more Nabokov to come:
A familiar plot in which an unassuming
Middle-aged man lusts secretly for the
Passionate promises a shy maiden tries
Without complete success to hide.
Or a note about a large green moth,
Zooming across a field of goldenrod;
Being chased by an excited collector,
Whose crooked white hat is too large
For his balding head and whose net,
Made ready for a sure catch...is torn.
~Paul Tylor
Recently retired from a career with the National Geographic Society, Paul is the co-author of several books for bird-watchers and bird-lovers. Widely published online, he also edits Cenotaph. Email.
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This page updated April 24, 2002.