Mourning Cloak.Camberwell Beauty / Траурница

"Velvety black, with a warm shimmer plum ripe,
Here it is opened, through this velvet live
sweet lit some cornflower seeds azure
along the circular fringe, yellow as shaky rye.
Sat on the trunk, and breathing gear delicate wings,
then dropping to the crust, then turning to the Rays …
Oh, how they rejoice, as twinkle divine!
Say: Deep night in a frame of two fawn dawns.
Hello, oh hello, dream northern birch grove!
Awe, and laughter and the love of my youth eternal.
Yes, I know you in the Seraphim with marvelous rendezvous,
Know your wings, this sacred pattern."

Vladimir Nabokov, Butterfly (Vanessa antiopa), 1921