в моей засело голове

                    обломком статуи античной

                   от некой части неприличной

 

                      пускай набоков пояснит

                     что означает русский стыд

                    и срам, и детородный орган

                    метафизическим восторгом

                    как полотенчиком прикрыт -

         

                     зачем? за что и от кого? -

 

As far as I know, this is the only instant when Viktor Krivulin (1944-2001), probably the greatest Russian poet of the end of the last millenium, mentions in his verses Nabokov. May be somebody on the List who can read Cyrilic on his/her computer can provide the English (rhymed?) translation of this little poem?

The poem was first published in the book "Stikhi yubileynogo goda" (2001). In my transcription, I have kept the scant punctuation of the original.

 

Alexey