One of the voices <br />Always angelic - <br />It is about me, - <br />Sharply expresses itself : <br /> <br />Those thousand questions <br />Spreading their roots Bring in the end, <br />Only drunkenness and madness ; <br />Understand this trick <br /> <br />So gay, so easy : <br />It is only wave, only flower, <br />And that is your family ! <br />Then it sings. <br /> <br />O So gay, so easy, <br />And visible to the naked eye... - <br />I sing with it, - <br />Understand this trick <br /> <br />So gay, so easy : <br />It is only wave, only flower, <br />And that is your family !... etc... <br />And then a voice - <br /> <br />How angelic it is ! - It is about me, <br />Sharply expresses itself : <br />And sings at this moment <br />Like a sister to breath : <br />With a German tone, <br />But ardent and full : <br />The world is vicious ; <br />If that surprises you ! <br />Live and leave to the fire <br />Dark misfortune. <br /> <br />O ! pretty castle ! <br />How bright your life is ! <br />What age do you belong to, <br />Princely nature Of our elder brother ! etc... <br /> <br />I also sing : Many sisters ! voices <br />Not at all public ! Surround me <br />With chaste glory... etc...<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-age/
