Arthur Rimbaud

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

Flowers - Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

From a golden step,-- among silk cords,
green velvets, gray gauzes,
and crystal disks that
turn black as bronze in the sun,
I see the digitalis opening
on a carpet of silver filigree,
of eyes and hair. Yellow gold-pieces
strewn over agate, mahogany columns supporting
emerald domes, bouquets of white satin
and delicate sprays of rubies,
surround the water-rose.

Like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs of snow,
the sea and sky lure to the marble terraces
the throng of roses, young and strong.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

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