100 Days And Nights 1000 Years Ago

the but­ter­fly with­out a name
just came and went. he really
had no name: he didn’t play pre­tend. 
the but­ter­fly with­out a name
was only briefly seen: 
a hunter saw him sail across a 
meadow green. they didn’t talk, 
the hunter didn’t stalk, there was
no sound, and of all this extreme
no-naming scheme no evi­dence
was ever found.

#21/100 Days 2011 [when i step out into our garden on an early summer morning, i often find butterflies playing with each other. the devotion of nabokov to butterflies has always fascinated me. these beings - butterflies - are as ethereal and real as the characters of a novel. they are and they aren’t, they’ve got names and yet they’re nameless. photo: vladimir nabokov, butterfly-fishing.]

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