S W E E E E T I E S
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Rimbaud and Shakira
Sensation
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.
(Arthur Rimbaud, March 1870, transl. Oliver Bernard)
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