When the world is reduced to a single dark wood <br />for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two <br />faithful children,-- a musical house <br />for one pure sympathy,-- I shall find you. <br /> <br />Should there be here below <br />but a single old man, handsome <br />and calm in the midst <br />of incredible luxury, I shall be at your feet. <br /> <br />Should I have realized all your memories,-- <br />should I be the one who can bind you <br />hand and foot,-- I shall strangle you. <br /> <br />* When we are very strong,-- who draws back? <br />very gay,-- who cares for ridicule? <br />When we are very bad,-- what would they do with us? <br />Deck yourself, dance, laugh. <br />I could never throw Love out of the window. <br /> <br />* My comrade, beggar girl, monster child! <br />O it's all one to you these unhappy women, <br />these wiles and my discomfiture. <br />Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! <br />sole soother of this vile despair. <br /> <br />* An overcast morning in July. A taste of ashes flies through the air;-- <br />an odor of sweating wood on the hearth,-- <br />dew-ret flowers-- devastation along the promenades-- <br />the mist of the canals over the fields-- why not incense and toys already? <br /> <br />* I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; <br />garlands from window to window; <br />golden chains from star to star, and I dance. <br /> <br />* The upland pond smokes continuously. <br />What witch will rise against the white west sky? <br />What violet frondescence fall? <br /> <br />* While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, <br />a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds. <br /> <br />* Reviving a pleasant taste of Indian ink, <br />a black powder rains on my vigil. <br />I lower the jets of the chandelier, <br />I throw myself on my bed, <br />and turning my face towards the darkness, <br />I see you, my daughters! my queens!<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sentences-phrases/
