Filaree P
Filaree P “[ One’s] life as commentary to abstruse unfinished poem . ” - Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire Untitled - An Autobiographical Poem, by Mara Vandermeer I am the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane. Like a caged sparrow I dreamed of flying oft, Away from the ground with my wings aloft. 5 Twice was I born to this harlequin land, A vast stage lives march but ne’er understand. First by her, my mother, who gave me life And thought she can reclaim it with a knife. She made an attempt when the spring was nigh, 10 Yet fate ordained, she left alone at nine. Ne’er was she seen again, ne’er roamed the earth, ...