Obscur et froncé comme un oeillet violet <br />Il respire, humblement tapi parmi la mousse. <br />Humide encor d'amour qui suit la fuite douce <br />Des Fesses blanches jusqu'au coeur de son ourlet. <br /> <br />Des filaments pareils à des larmes de lait <br />Ont pleuré, sous le vent cruel qui les repousse, <br />À travers de petits caillots de marne rousse <br />Pour s'aller perdre où la pente les appelait. <br /> <br />Mon Rêve s'aboucha souvent à sa ventouse ; <br />Mon âme, du coït matériel jalouse, <br />En fit son larmier fauve et son nid de sanglots. <br /> <br />C'est l'olive pâmée, et la flûte caline ; <br />C'est le tube où descend la céleste praline : <br />Chanaan féminin dans les moiteurs enclos ! <br /> <br />Albert Mérat. <br /> <br />The Idol. <br />Sonnet to an Asshole <br /> <br /> <br />Dark and wrinkled like a purple pink <br />It breathes, nestling humbly among the still-damp <br />Froth of love that follows the gentle slope <br />Of the white buttocks to its crater's edge. <br /> <br />Filaments like tears of milk <br />Have wept in the cruel wind which pushes them back, <br />Across little clots of reddish marl <br />To lose themselves where the slope called them. <br /> <br />My dream has often kissed its opening; <br />My soul, jealous of physical coitus, <br />Has made this its fawn-coloured tear-bottle and its nest of sobs. <br /> <br />It is the rapturous olive and the wheedling flute, <br />The tube from which the heavenly burnt almond falls: <br />Feminine Canaan enclosed among moistures. <br /> <br />Albert Mérat. <br />P.V.-A.R.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-idole-sonnet-du-trou-du-cul/
