And from then on, I bathed in the Poem
of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,
devouring green azures
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Arthur RimbaudO saisons, ô châteaux,
Quelle âme est sans défauts ?
But, true, I’ve wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.
Arthur RimbaudA thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
Stichwörter: dreams
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
Arthur RimbaudWhat an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
Arthur RimbaudAnd from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
Stichwörter: the-drunken-boat
And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.
Arthur RimbaudCome from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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