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Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches Et puis voici mon coeur qui ne bat que pour vous. Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches Et qu'à vos yeux si beaux l'humble présent soit doux. J'arrive tout couvert encore de rosée Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front. Souffrez que ma fatigue à vos pieds reposée Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront. Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête Toute sonore encor de vos derniers baisers ; Laissez-la s'apaiser de la bonne tempête. Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez. Green...Paul Verlaine "here are some fruits, flowers, sheets and branches/and here is my heart that beats only for you/do not tear it with your two white hands/and that in your beautiful eyes the humble present is soft" apparently verlaine wrote this poem for rimbaud. from all i know, they were lovers--regardless of the fact that rimbaud was still a teenage boy and verlaine, a married man with a child. apparently, their 'affair' broke verlaine and after that, rimbaud stopped writing? who knows.
s. @ 2005-08-20 19:33:17
rimbaud goes into business, makes it big -- no, makes it bad, gets his leg chopped off in the desert, dies. but who were these ____ing people? they say that rimbaud stood on tables in cafes and mocked the pleasant poetry of pleasant poets. drank themselves full of absinthe to disorganize their senses.

but who were these people? maybe I need to read rimbaud in french. not that I can. or better yet, in korean.

(nice quote. it belongs on walls.)
provolot @ 2005-08-21 05:19:14