A  Poem

SENSATION


Through blue summer nights I will pass along paths, 
Pricked by wheat, trampling short grass:
Dreaming, I will feel coolness underfoot,
Will let breezes bathe my bare head.


Not a word, not a thought:
Boundless love will surge through my soul,
And I will wander far away, a vagabond
in Nature--as happily as with a woman.


Arthur Rimbaud   --  March 1870




Rimbaud Complete, Arthur Rimbaud. Wyatt Mason, trans. 
The Modern Library, New York. 2002.