I'm sure you've asked yourself what a poem written by Vladimir #Nabokov inspired by the cover of a #Superman #comic book might sound like?
Well, the universe delivers!
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2021/mar/04/vladimir-nabokovs-superman-poem-published-for-the-first-time
In in, Clark Kent mourns his inability to have sex or children with Lois Lane, as his superpowers would injure or even kill her.
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Vladimir Nabokov
The Man of To-morrow’s Lament
(1942)
I have to wear these glasses – otherwise,
when I caress her with my super-eyes,
her lungs and liver are too plainly seen
throbbing, like deep-sea creatures, in between
dim bones. Oh, I am sick of loitering here,
a banished trunk (like my namesake in “Lear”),
but when I switch to tights, still less I prize
my splendid torso, my tremendous thighs,
the dark-blue forelock on my narrow brow,
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