The room is open to the turquoise blue sky; <br />no room here: boxes and bins! <br />Outside the wall is overgrown with birthwort <br />where the brownies' gums buzz. <br /> <br />How truly there are the plots of genii - <br />this expense and this foolish untidiness! <br />It is the African fairy who supplies <br />the mulberry and the hairnets in the corners. <br /> <br />Several, cross godmothers [dressed] in skirts of light, <br />go into the cupboards, and stay there! <br />The people of the house are out, <br />they are not serious, an nothing gets done. <br /> <br />The bridegroom has the wind which cheats him <br />during his absence, here, all the time. <br />Even some water sprites, mischievous, <br />come in t wander about among the spheres under the bed. <br /> <br />At night, beloved oh! The honeymoon will gather their smiles <br />and fill the sky with a thousand copper diadems. <br />Then they will have to deal with the crafty rat. - <br />As long as no ghastly will O; <br />the wisp comes, like a gunshot, after vespers, - <br />O holy white Sprits of Bethlehem, charm, <br />rather than that, the blueness of their window!<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-couple/
