Sensation
Rimbaud
Through blue summer evenings, I’ll go down the pathways,
Pricked by the wheat ears, trampling the short grass:
In a dream, I’ll be sensing, beneath me, the freshness.
I’ll let evening breezes bathe my bare forehead.
I’ll speak not a thing: I’ll think not a thing:
But infinite love will swell in my soul,
And, I’ll go, far, far away, like a gypsy,
Through Nature – joyful, as if I had a girl.
Departure
Rimbaud
Enough seen. The vision was encountered under all skies.
Enough had. Sounds of cities, evening, and in the light, and always.
Enough known. The decisions of life. – O Sounds and Visions!
Departure into new affection and noise!
