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the sideboard

It is a high, carved sideboard made of oak.
The dark old wood, like old folks, seems kind;
Its drawers are open, and its odors soak… 94 more words


Arthur Rimbaud

In summer evenings blue, pricked by the wheat
 On rustic paths the thin grass I shall tread,
And feel its freshness underneath my feet,
 And, dreaming, let the wind bathe my bare head, 52 more words


A Journey Through Hobohemia

One of my favorite French poems is “Ma Bohème” by Arthur Rimbaud. I had to do a presentation on it in a university french poetry class and it has always stayed close to my heart.  224 more words


Satan, you fraud

Satan, you fraud, you would dissolve me with your charms.

Arthur Rimbaud, Night of Hell

Author: Arthur Rimbaud (French)

Title: A Season in Hell, “Night of Hell”

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“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

Full Rimbaud translation

I’ve completed my translation of the final portion of Le bateau ivre, so I’m presenting my entire translation below the cut. I’d never thought much of Rimbaud, but passing through the poem at translation-speed, and considering his intentions closely, I felt the whole awful trip the poem describes. 855 more words