I’m trying for some time to write poems and the only idea that I have is to write poems inspired by books…for starters at least. Here’s my poem inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita.
Lolita, Lolita, you with your pureness
Have struck me down when I thought I couldn’t,
Feel so old without movement
Dolores, you nymphet, you left me cureless.
You reminded me at first
Of Annabel my dearest
With our childish love
And a lethal sickness.
But you’re far crueler than her
Always toying with me.
Far colder than her
Always trying to be free.
And off you go to that Quilty
I’m coming for you, not guilty.
When I’ll see the setting sun
I’ll grab my desire and my gun.