Arthur Rimbaud

(20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891 / Charleville, Ardennes)

Conclusion - Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

The pigeons which flutter in the meadow,
the game which runs and sees in the dark,
the water animals, the animal enslaved,
the last butterflies!.. also are thirsty.
But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving -
Oh! Favoured by what is fresh!
To expire in those damp violets
whose awakening fills these woods?


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010



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