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IN DREAR NIGHTED DECEMBER In drear nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look; But [...] NIGHTMORNINGSKY I’d like to see the tree as it once stood before me, childhood, the branch and leaf a single form of transport, ecstasy shaking my body I give to the leaves, the leaves return, my stare all interchange. But that was when I had a sky to name since I had a belief in [...] BIRCH Bone-spur, stirrup of veins—white colt a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter, a steeple, the birch aground in its ravine of leaves. Abide with me, arrive at its skinned branches, its arms pulled from the sapling, your wrist taut, each ganglion a gash in the tree’s rent trunk, a child’s hackwork, love [...] FOUR MOUNTAIN POSTURES Walking in the mountains unconsciously trudging along grab a vine climb another ridge Standing in the mountains how many dawns become dusk plant a pine a tree of growing shade Sitting in the mountains zig-zag yellow leaves fall nobody comes close the door and make a big fire Lying in the mountains [...] THE MAHOGANY TREE Christmas is here; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Shelter’d about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom; Night birds are we; Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perch’d round the stem Of the jolly [...] THE SNOW-STORM ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, [...] BUTTERFLY CATCHER In the Sixties Nabokov switched from ink to eraser- topped pencil on index cards a box of cards for Ada a box of cards for dreams whose “curious features” include “erotic tenderness and heart-rending enchantment” in one draft he traded “stillness and heat” for “silence, a burning” so picture: Vladimir [...] the hours that matter these are the hours that matter. time spent pushing against the stone upon your weakening shoulders. the hours of futility and sacrifice that teach you how to remain upright against the savage heavens. and these hours are all any of us ever have. rejoice under the beautiful weight. alone one [...] |
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