Arthur Rimbaud

Sensation   par Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891):

Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,/Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue  :/Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds./Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue./Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien  :/Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme.

Feelings   by Arthur Rimbaud

On the blue summer evenings, I’ll roam along the footpaths,/Brushed by the blades of wheat, treading the fine grass:/Full of wonder, I shall feel its freshness at my feet./I shall let the wind bathe my uncovered head./I shall say nothing at all, nor shall I think about anything:/Yet this infinite love will rise to fill my soul.


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