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Movement

A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river.

The abyss at the stern, The swiftness of the incline,

The overwhelming passage of the tide,

With extraordinary lights and chemical wonders.

Lead on the travelers Through the wind spouts of the valley

And the whirlpool. These are the conquerors of the world,

Seeking their personal chemical fortune;

Sport and comfort accompany them;

Arthur Rimbaud

The Cupboard

It's a board carved wooden cupboard;

the ancient dark-coloured oak

has taken on that pleasant air

that old people have; the cupboard is open,

and gives off from its kindly shadows

inviting aromas like a breath of old wine;

full to overflowing, it's a jumble of quaint old things:

fragrant yellowed linen,

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Evening Prayer

I spend my life sitting - like an angel

in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug

in my fist, belly and neck curved,

a Gambier pipe in my teeth, under the air

swelling with impalpable veils of smoke.

Like the warm excrements in an old dovecote,

a thousand dreams burn softly inside me,

and at times my sad heart is like sap-wood bled

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Eternity

It has been found again.

What ? - Eternity.

It is the sea fled away

With the sun.

Sentinel soul,

Let us whisper the confession

Of the night full of nothingness

And the day on fire.

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Venus Anadyomene

Out of what seems a coffin made of tin

A head protrudes; a woman's, dark with grease -

Out of a bathtub! - slowly; then a fat face

With ill-concealed defects upon the skin.

Then streaked and grey, a neck; a shoulder-blade,

A back - irregular, with indentations -

Then round loins emerge, and slowly rise;

The fat beneath the skin seems made of lead;

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After The Flood

As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,

A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells,

and said a prayer to the rainbow,

through the spider's web.

Oh! the precious stones that began to hide,--

and the flowers that already looked around.

In the dirty main street, stalls were set up

and boats were hauled toward the sea,

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To Music (À la Musique)

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 evening, their envious silliness.

- The military band, in the middle of the gardens,

Swing their shakos in the Waltz of the Fifes :

Round about, near the front rows, the town dandy struts ;

- The notary hangs like a charm from his own watch chain.

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My Bohemian Existence

I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;

my overcoat too was becoming ideal;

I travelled beneath the sky,

Muse! and I was your vassal;

Oh dear me! what marvellous loves

I dreamed of! My only pair of breeches

had a big hole in them. --

Stargazing Tom Thumb,

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Departure

Everything seen…

The vision gleams in every air.

Everything had…

The far sound of cities, in the evening,

In sunlight, and always.

Everything known…

O Tumult! O Visions! These are the stops of life.

Departure in affection, and shining sounds.

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Vowels

Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O - vowels,

Some day I will open your silent pregnancies:

A, black belt, hairy with burst flies,

Bumbling and buzzing over stinking cruelties,

Pits of night; E, candour of sand pavilions,

High glacial spears, white kings, trembling Queen

Anne's lace;

I, bloody spittle, laughter dribbling from a face

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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 my feet.

I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing :

But endless love will mount in my soul ;

And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,

Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

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Dawn

I have kissed the summer dawn.

Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead.

Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road.

I walked, waking an arm with vital breath,

While stones watched, and wings rose soundlessly.

My first adventure, in a path already gleaming

With a clear pale light,

Was a flower who told me its name.

Arthur Rimbaud