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I went off, my fists in my torn pockets
too was becoming ideal;
under the sky
, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh! oh! what brilliant loves I dreamed
My only pair of trousers had a big hole.
Tom Thumb in a daze, I sowed rhymes
As I went along. My inn
was at the Big Dipper
- My stars in the sky
made a soft rustling sound.
And I listened
to them, seated on the side of the road
In those good September evenings when I felt drops
Of dew on my brow, like a strong wine
in the midst of fantastic shadows
Like lyres I plucked the elastics
Of my wounded shoes
, one foot
near my heart!
Rimbaud, "My Bohemian Life
(Fantasy)," in Rimbaud: Complete Words, Selected Letters
, Wallace Fowlie trans., Chicago: UCP, 1966, 63.