Tuesday, 17 March 2009

One of my favourite poems

written by my love Arthur Rimbaud at 15...it's not even the best translation....

On a blue summer evening I shall go
down the path
And, brushed by wheat, walk on the
fine grass.
Dreaming along, I’ll feel the coolness
under my feet
And bathe my bare head in the poetic
I won’t speak, I will not even think,
But infinite love will geyser up in my
And I’ll go far, far away, like a Gypsy
Into the wilds — as happy as if I were
with a woman.

1 comment:

  1. Good poem. why you like it so much?