NABOKOV'S HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY
J. Morris

"What's left to give a happy genius?"
-- Paul Delalande
Dear Sir: I did not think I needed
an Apple full of bytes and RAM
(my memory has far exceeded
the formatting of who I am),
but once I "booted up" -- if that is
the proper term? -- and checked the status
of various "browsers," began to race
my mouse through mazes of hyper-space--
this centenarian was enchanted!
A world-wide web of hyper-sense...
a pedant's perfect present tense...
the linked scholia I always wanted...
I thank you, Sir! best wishes from
<VN@lol.com>.
Vladimir Nabokov celebrated his hundredth birthday on April 23, 1999, quietly, in Montreux, Switzerland, with his wife and son and a few friends.
[Grateful acknowledgment is made to The Formalist, in which this poem first appeared.]


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