Morning

July 10, 2009

Matin

     Yet now I think I have finished the tale of my inferno.

And inferno it was; the old one, whose gates the Son of Man flung open.

      From the same desert, on the same night, my eyes still awake to the silvery star, still, as the Kings of life, the Three Magi, heart, soul, and mind sleep untroubled.  When shall we go beyond shores and mountains, to greet the birth of new labors, the new wisdom, the putting to flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, and worship–the very first!–Noel on earth.

       The song of the skies, the march of peoples!  Slaves, let us not curse life.

–by Arthur Rimbaud

Translated from the French by William M. Davis

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