Traži se, traži: Dolores Haze.
Smeđe kose i crvenih usnica
Stara pet tisuća i tristo dana
Profesija - na nebu zvjezdica.
Gdje se sad kriješ, Dolores Haze?
Zašto se skrivaš, draga?
(ja pričam zbunjen i hodam munjen
a ona u labirintu bez traga).
Gdje sada putuješ, Dolores Haze?
Koje je marke tvoj leteći sag?
Voze li te u bijesnim autima
Gdje te parkira tvoj vrag?
Komečemu se diviš, Dolores Haze?
Još uvijek maskiranima X-Men?
Ili leškarenju s tipom na plaži
I pijančevanjima, moja Carmen!
Dolores, ta mjuza iz jukeboxa me ubija
Plešeš s glavom na njegovom ramenu
(Oboje u iznošenim trapericama i majama
A ja poderan u kutu, u plamenu).
Auto mi sad rikava, Dolores Haze,
Posljednjeg kruga zahrđala mašina
I sve će ostati tek ispričana priča
I na nebu zvjezdana prašina.
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Wanted (Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 25) -prijevod
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Crveno i crno, sudar boja, godina, dvije nemoguće ljubavi...nema sjećanja na ljubav, bez sjećanja na Dolores i Annabel Lee.