A Tip Of The Hat To Nabokov's Seducer Poem by bowdre bowdre
A Tip Of The Hat To Nabokov's Seducer
Sunshine....
My Sin, My soul.
Beautiful life-giver, Maker of destiny.
You seduce me with your drifing clouds. I am such a small,
Insignificant member of your audience.
We rotate our sepia and our stalks sway as you gaze upon us
From across the stratosphere.
Amazing, that you command with such indifference, spreading your love in
Limitless directions,
Seemingly inexhaustible in your influence.
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