Thanks Rod. I thought I had it right, but wasn't sure.
Hi Mathew,
Help me out here: what is the line you borrowed?
Happy VN birthday.
Fran
On April 22, 2018, at 12:16, "Roth, Matthew" <mroth@MESSIAH.EDU> wrote:
For VNs birthday this year, I thought I would try a new poetic form created by Terrance Hayes called a shovel poem. The idea is to take a line from another poets poem and use each word as successive end words to each line of a new poem, so you can read the original line by reading down the right margin. My poem borrows a line from John Shade which, alas, might be more appropriate to a death day poem.
Nabokov Dying
By lamplight of a febrile dream, ISaw the house in Ithaca where we livedIn fifty-seven. We sat out onThe unmown lawn at night. Moths flewBetween white moons of dandelions. And onYour blouse you pinned a firefly and inYour hair a dark Vanessa closed theBook of its wings. Darling, your eyes reflectedFor an instant my face, then nothing, nothing but sky.
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