Golden dawn and shivering evening find our brig lying by opposite <br />this villa and its dependencies which form a promontory <br />as extensive as Epirus and the Peloponnesus, <br />or as the large island of Japan, or as Arabia! <br />Fanes lighted up by the return of the _theories_; <br />prodigious views of a modern coast's defenses; <br />dunes illustrated with flaming flowers and bacchanalia; <br />grand canals of Carthage and Embankments of a dubious Venice; <br />Etnas languidly erupting, and crevasses of flowers and of glacier waters; <br />washhouses surrounded by German poplars; <br />strange parks with slopes bowing down the heads of the Tree of Japan; <br />and circular facades of the 'Grands' and the 'Royals' of Scarborough and of Brooklyn; <br />and their railways flank, cut through, and overhang this hotel whose plan <br />was selected in the history of the most elegant and the most colossal edifices <br />of Italy, America, and Asia, and whose windows and terraces, <br />at the moment full of expensive illumination, drinks and breezes, <br />are open to the fancy of the travelers and the nobles who,-- <br />during the day allow all the tarantellas of the coast,-- <br />and even the ritornellos of the illustrious valleys of art, <br />to decorate most wonderfully the facades of Promontory Palace.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promontory/
