Saturday, June 11, 2011


i've been trying to read rimbaud out loud in french. but it's hard because there are so many big, fancy words i don't know. at least it sounds nice. french always does. here is a poem called sensation. in english:

in the blue summer evenings, i will go along the paths,
and walk over the short grass, as i am pricked by the wheat:
daydreaming i will feel the coolness on my feet.
i will let the wind bathe my bare head.

i will not speak, i will have no thoughts:
but infinite love will mount my soul;
and i will go far, far off, like a gypsy,
through the countryside - joyous as if with a woman.

-arthur rimbaud, 1870

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