Arthur Rimbaud Poems

As I drifted on a river I could not control,
No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes.
They were captured by howling Indians
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Is it possible that She will have me forgiven for ambitions continually crushed,--
that an affluent end will make up for the ages of indigence,--
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While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring
Across the infinite expanse of day;
While red or green, before their posturing King,
The massed battalions break and melt away;
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Reality being too thorny for my great personality.
--I found myself nevertheless at my lady's,
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It has been found again.
What ? - Eternity.
It is the sea fled away
With the sun.
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I

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
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As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,
A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells,
and said a prayer to the rainbow,
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O cowards! There she is!
Pile out into the stations!
The sun with its fiery lungs blew clear
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On a brilliant morning, in a city of lovely people,
A wonderful man and a wonderful woman
Were shouting out loud, in the middle of town:
'Oh, my friends... I wanter her to be queen! '
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My sad heart slobbers at the poop
my heart covered with tobacco-spit
They spew streams of soup at it
My sad heart drools at the poop
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