A girl in sunlight, stolen from the page,
her laughter caught in shadows of the mind.
The world recoils at what it cannot gauge,
yet Nabokov leaves no easy truth behind.
Ink becomes desire, fear, and blame,
a tale of power twisted into art.
Each sentence trembles with a quiet shame,
each line a mirror to the human heart.
Banned, condemned, whispered in school halls,
its taboo ignites the anxious and the brave.
For stories that disturb the walls we build
are the ones that teach us how to behave.
To read is to reckon, to reckon is to feel,
the line between innocence and knowledge frail.
And though society may lash and conceal,
the words endure, unsettling yet vital, pale.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about the book Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. It has been challenged in many countries and outright banned in others.
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Very nicely written it is powerful and evocative. Nicely done
"For stories that disturb the walls we build
are the ones that teach us how to behave."
How to work out and define our own moral sense. Hopefully land in the right position.
Neatly said.
Matthew, this feels like a thoughtful reckoning with a book that refuses easy answers. You acknowledge both the controversy and the unsettling power of Nabokov’s work…how stories that disturb us often reveal something deeper about ourselves. The mirror to the human heart image really holds the whole reflection together. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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