Away I went fists in my torn pockets.
My coat too became perfection.
Under the stars Muse your faithful friend,
Oh what love I dreamed.
My only trousers had a big hole.
Tom Thumb dreamer, shedding rhymes on my way.
My inn was the Big Bear.
My stars in heaven softly rustled their silk.
And I listened sitting on the side of the road
Those good September nights where I felt
Dewdrops on my face like strong wine:
Where rhyming in the middle of those faery shadows
like lyres, I held the rubber of my worn out shoes,
A foot against my heart.
by Arthur Rimbaud (translated by Sunday Reed)
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