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| Rimbaud (on right) with Verlaine, Paris, 1896 |
Gospel has gone by!
I am of an inferior race for
shore. Let the towns light
day is done; I’m quitting
my lungs; strange climates
to trample the grass, to
to drink liquors strong
my dear ancestors around
A SEASONand liberty?
Alas! The Gospel!
Greedily I await God.
all eternity.
Here I am on the Bret
up in the evening. My
Europe. Sea air will burn
will tan my skin. To swim
hunt, and above all to smoke
as boiling metal,—like
their fires.
_________________________ Cut-up of Arthur Rimbaud
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