Arthur Rimbaud Poems

1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)

Idle Youth
By all things enslaved
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We have found it again.
What? Time without end.
'Tis the ocean gone
For a walk with the sun.
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On the slope of the knoll angels
whirl their woolen robes
in pastures of emerald and steel.
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Out of what seems a coffin made of tin
A head protrudes; a woman's, dark with grease -
Out of a bathtub! - slowly; then a fat face
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Boulevard du Régent
July Flowerbeds of amaranths right up to
The pleasant palace of Jupiter. -
I know it is Thou, who is this place,
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For Helen, in the virgin shadows and the
impassive radiance in astral silence,
ornamental saps conspired.
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So long as the blade has not
Cut off that brain,
That white, green and fatty parcel,
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A large carved cupboard of white oak
emanates that relaxed gentle air
Old people have; open, it's kindly
shadows give off fragrances like fine
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A breath opens operatic breaches
in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,--
disperses the boundaries
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When the world is reduced to a single dark wood
for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two
faithful children,-- a musical house
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