Pale Fire

My picture book was at an early age
The painted parchment papering our cage:
Mauve rings around the moon; blood-orange sun;
Twinned Iris; and that rare phenomenon
The iridule–when beautiful and strange,
In a bright sky above a mountain range
One opal cloudlet in an oval form
Reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm
Which in a distant valley has been staged–
For we are most artistically caged.

-Vladimir Nabokov

image via The New York Times, “Flying On in the Reflected Sky”

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