A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river. <br />The abyss at the stern, <br />The swiftness of the incline, <br />The overwhelming passage of the tide, <br />With extraordinary lights and chemical wonders <br />Lead on the travelers <br />Through the windspouts of the valley <br />And the whirlpool. <br />These are the conquerors of the world, <br />Seeking their personal chemical fortune; <br />Sport and comfort accompany them; <br />They bring education for races, for classes, for animals <br />Within this vessel, rest adn vertigo <br />In diluvian light, <br />In terrible evenings of study. <br /> <br />For in this conversation in the midst of machines, <br />Of blood, of flowers, of fire, of jewels, <br />In busy calculations on this fugitive deck, <br />Is their stock of studies visible <br />- Rolling like dike beyond <br />The hydraulic propulsive road, <br />Monstrous, endlessly lighting its way - <br />Themselves driven into harmonic ecstasy <br />And the heroism of discovery. <br /> <br />Amid the most amazing accidents, <br />Two youths stand out alone upon the ark <br />- Can one excuse past savagery? - <br />And sing, upon their watch.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/movement-4/
