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