From:  A Season in Hell

 Arthur Rimbaud

"ONCE, IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME WELL"

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.

O my eternal soul,
Hold fast to desire
In spite of the night
And the day on fire.

You must set yourself free
From the striving of Man
And the applause of the World!
You must fly as you can...

No hope, forever;
No _orietur._
Science and patience,
The torment is sure.

The fire within you,
Soft silken embers,
Is our whole duty--
But no one remembers.

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.

From The Illuminations   

   I embraced the summer dawn.    

 Nothing was stirring yet in front of  of the palaces.
     The water lay lifeless.  Encamped shadows did not leave the woodland road.  I spepped forth, arousing 
    breaths alive and warm, and the precious stones kept watch, and wings rose without a sound. 
         My first enterprise was, in the path already filled
    with cool, pale glints, a flower that told me her name.
         I laughed at the blond waterfall, which tossed dishevelled hair across the pines: on the silvery summit I espied the goddess.

         Then,one by one, I lifted her veils.  In the lane,
    waving my arms.  On the plain, where I gave cock notice of her coming.  In the city, she fled among the steeples and domes,  and I, running like a beggar across the marble quays, 
    pursued her.

         On the upper part of the road, near a grove of laurels, I surrounded her with her massed veils, and I sensed somewhat her immeasurable body. Dawn and the child plunged to the bottom of the wood.

  When I awoke, it was noon.

Wanted to share...

Hoosier~