I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; my overcoat too was <br />becoming ideal; <br /> <br />I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassel; oh dear me! <br />what marvellous loves I dreamed of! <br /> <br />My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them.- Stargazing Tom <br />Thumb, I sowed rhymes along the way. <br /> <br />My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear. - My stars in the sky <br />rustled softly. <br /> <br />And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides on those pleasant <br />September evenings while I felt drops of dew on my forehead like <br />vigorous wine; <br /> <br />and while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows, I plucked like the <br />strings of a lyre the elastics of my tattered boots, one foot close to my <br />heart!<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ma-boheme/
