Bottom Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

Bottom

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Reality being too thorny for my great personality.
--I found myself nevertheless at my lady's,
an enormous gray-blue bird soaring toward the moldings
of the ceiling and trailing my wings
through the shadows of the evening.
At the foot of the canopy supporting her adored gems
and her physical masterpieces, I was a great bear
with violet gums, fur hoary with sorrow,
eyes on the silver and crystal of the consoles.
Everything became shadow and ardent aquarium.
In the morning,-- bellicose dawn of June,--
a donkey, I rushed into the fields,
braying and brandishing my grievance,
until the Sabine women of the suburbs
came and threw themselves on my neck.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 12 July 2020

Shadows of the evening with your labour! ! At your lady's, Enchanted with the romance of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 12 July 2020

Everything became shadow and ardent aquarium. In the morning, - bellicose dawn of June, - a donkey, I rushed into the fields, braying and brandishing my grievance, a very fine poem. tony

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Poet's self presentation as regards identity as if he has failed in love, art and .....to make an of himself in every aspect....candidly presented......10++

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Poet's self presentation as regards identity as if he has failed in love and art and ....to make an of himself in every sense...very candidly presented.... Thanks for sharing .....10++

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 July 2020

A beautiful poem with touching expression is well executed by Arthur Rimbaud.

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Brook Renwick 12 July 2020

This is a refreshing way of describing what he is imagining. Is this style metaphorical? I like this one!

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