Tuesday, August 18, 2009

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem


And 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;


Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums
And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight,

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music

Ferment the bitter redness of love!

But, truly, I have wept too much!

The Dawns are heartbreaking.

Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:

Sharp love has swollen me up with heady languors.

O let my keel split!
O let me sink to the bottom!


-Aurthur Rimbaud

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