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Musings of a new American.
Ordinary Nocturne by Arthur Rimbaud


One breath tears operatic rents in these partitions,
Destroys the pivots of eroded roofs,
Dispels the limits of the hearth,
Makes casements disappear.

Along the vine I came,
Using a gargoyle as a footrest,
And into this carriage which shows its age
In convex windowpanes, in rounded panels,
In torturous upholstery.

Hearse of my lonely sleep,
Shepard's cart of my stupidity...
The vehicle spins on the grass of an overgrown highway;
In a blemish high on the right window
Revolve pale lunar fictions, breasts and leaves.

A very dark green and very dark blue blot out the image.
We unhitch and unharness beside a patch of gravel.

-Here we will whistle for storms, for Sodoms and Solymans,
For wild beasts and armies.

(Position and dream horses will ride on
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp through more dense and suffocating groves,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp to sink me to my eyelids in the silken spring.)

- And drive ourselves off, whipped through splashing water
And spilled drinks, to roll on to the barking of bulldogs...

One breath dispels the limits of the hearth.





 
 
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