"Nabokov was often afflicted with a hyper-aestheticism that makes his verse at times cold meats from Ronald Firbank’s table (the verse reveals the underbelly of Nabokov’s prose): the poems are fatty with words like “semi-pavonian,” “lyriform,” “macules,” “marron,” “cacodemons” and such, with lines like “she took me by my emberhead” or “They burn the likes of me for wizard wiles/ and as of poison in a hollow smaragd/ of my art die."
— Wm. Logan, “Guys & Dove” (via lardr)
