Lying in her long veils on the calm black water


Lying in her long veils

on the calm black water

And to grow in the corn lull them asleep of brilliant flies;
pours burning love the devil’s paladins;
that by starlight! he sings and the woods sing!

Vision of her big hair like the waves.
– its coolness on my feet, the beads of their loves.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras.
– from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.

Lying in her long veils, on the calm black water
embroidered with black moss her great veils rising
mount in my soul but endless;

I cared nothing for all, hurled of the hulks hurricane,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, devoured by vermin

by jay & Arthur Rimbaud

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