for Caroline Durieux
‘The old poetic rubbish played an important part in my alchemy of words…then I would explain my magic sophistries with the hallucination of words! I ended up by finding sacred the disorder of my spirit.'
- Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
1. Harsh Tall City
This harsh tall city has a heap of concrete;
I live in concord with the coexistence of
coherent furies, lug my legs in a dead heat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem