Arthur Rimbaud Poems

A Prince was vexed at having devoted himself
only to the perfection of ordinary generosities.
He foresaw astonishing revolutions of love
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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,
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That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,
The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,
That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,
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I.
_Sunday_
Problems put by, the inevitable descent of heaven
and the visit of memories and the assembly
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The ancient beasts bred even on the run,
their glans encrusted with blood and excrement.
Our forefathers displayed their members proudly
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Idle youth
Enslaved to everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
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Eternal Undines, split the pure water.
Venus, sister of azure, stir up the clear wave.
Wandering Jews of Norway, tell me of snow;
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Come, the Wines are off to the seaside,
and the waves by the million!
Look at wild Bitter rolling from the mountain tops!
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I.
O the enormous avenues of the Holy Land,
the temple terraces!
What has become of the Brahman
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One of the voices
Always angelic -
It is about me, -
Sharply expresses itself :
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