Sensation |
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on ... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 02:02:00 PST |
Sun and Flesh (Credo in Unam) |
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, Pours burning love on the delighted earth, And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded ; How its huge br... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 02:01:00 PST |
Dance of the Hanged Men |
On the black gallows, one-armed friend, The paladins are dancing, dancing The lean, the devil's paladins The skeletons of Saladins. Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff His little black puppets who g... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:59:00 PST |
Ophelia |
I On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily ; Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils... - In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 02:00:00 PST |
The First Evening |
- She was very much half-dressed And big indiscreet trees Threw out their leaves against the pane Cunningly, and close, quite close. Sitting half naked in my big chair, She clasped her hands. Her s... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:58:00 PST |
To Music |
On the square which is chopped into mean little plots of grass, The square where all is just so, both the trees and the flowers, All the wheezy townsfolk whom the heat chokes bring Each Thursday even... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:59:00 PST |
Romance |
When you are seventeen you aren't really serious. - One fine evening, you've had enough of beer and lemonade, And the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights ! - You go walking beneath the green lime... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:57:00 PST |
Nina's Replies |
HE - Your breast on my breast, Eh ? We could go, With our nostrils full of air, Into the cool light Of the blue good morning that bathes you In the wine of daylight ?... When the whole shivering w... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:58:00 PST |
Sleeper In The Valley |
It is a green hollow where a stream gurgles,
Crazily catching silver rags of itself on the grasses ;
Where the sun shines from the proud mountain :
It is a little valley bubbling over with light.
... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:56:00 PST |
A Dream For Winter |
In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so ... Posted by Arthur Rimbaud on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 01:57:00 PST |