## RIMBAUD

### Cabaret Vert

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Wearing out my shoes, 8th day
On the bad roads, I got into Charleroi.
Bread, butter, at the Green Cabaret
And the ham half cold.

Got my legs stretched out
And was looking at the simple tapestries,
Very nice when the gal with the big bubs
And lively eyes,

Not one to be scared of a kiss and more,
Brought the butter and bread with a grin
And the luke-warm ham on a coloured plate,

Pink ham, white fat and a sprig
Of garlic, and a great chope of foamy beer
Gilt by the sun in that atmosphere.

## RIMBAUD

### Anadyomene

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As it might have been from under a green tin coffin-lid,
A woman's head with brown over-oiled hair
Rises out of a theatre box, slow and stupid
With ravages in rather poor repair.

Then ups the fat gray neck and bulgy shoulder-blades,
The shortish back going out and in
And the fat, in clumsy slabs under the skin,
Seems ready to emerge without further aids.

And Lo, there mounts in him Wine of Laziness
a swiffer's sigh
within him
constantly
bringeth delirium and the kid feels
neath the slowness of their caresses
wane and die

their caresses
constantly
neath the slowness of
an impulse to cry.
wane and fad,
and into his dewy mat of hair
run their fine terrible char
enchanting
fingers

the kids head

feverish, and beseeching
a swarm of blurry fantasies

flails

his two big charming sisters drift alongside his bed
with wafty fingers and silvery nails

they set him up by a widow

wide open

where the air bathes a tangle of flowers

enchanting
fingers

and run their/fine terrible and enchanting
fingers thru his dewy mat of hair

he hears their timorous breath

breathings

smelling of vegetable honey and roses
interrupted now and again by their

the hiss of their saliva

hisses

lifted from lips longing for kisses

he can hear they eyelashes flapping in the silence
perfumed silence

and their gentle electric fingers

shake down between their opulent indolences

the destiny of small lice under their royal nails

the wine of laziness mounts in his veins
seems to rise

a squiffer's sighs mid send him wild
and in the slowness of their caresses the child
's desire to weep creeps down and dies.

slumps

might

Lice hunters

as it might have been out of a green tin coffin
a woman's head with brown ooe overroiled her
sticks out of a theatre box slow and stupid
with ravages pahhah

from
under

in rather poor repair

then ups the fat grey neck and the bulgy shoulders
the shortish back goin out and in
and the fat in clumsy stiffjigs under the skin
seems ready to emerge without further aids.

slabs

Anadyomene

-- the elderly gentleman in the bath
has wrapped his head for the upjutting douce
in an hidalgo's casque, despite
his ambple stomach and and lumbago

gives him a certain resemblance to Dante

is swollen melbers, and his projecting vertebra
across the tiles and water jets
and the masseursm puffed with their insolence
rub the lufa, hairy gove
where his acne prods.

If I have spoken
of my love it was
to slow water that listens when I lean
if I have spoken
it is to wind that whispers in boughs
if I have spoke it was to the passing bird
that sings on the wing
in the wing. I have spoke, to the echo

wearing out my shoes', 8 th day
on the bad roads I got into Charlieroi
bread, butter, at the Green Cabaret
and the ham half cold

got my legs stretched out
and was looking at the simple tapestries
very nice when the gal with the big bubs
and lively eyes

not one to be scared of a kiss of //W\*
and more
brought the butter and bread
with a crin
and the luke warm ham on a cloured plate
pink ham, white fat and a sprig
of garlic and a great big chope of foamy beer
gilt by the sun in that atmosphere.
delavving
that late
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which can alone properly claim what I lock
to the block and tackle of yr. car

it is our hindoo scriptures so to speak
which lead me to caress
w quite aimlessly of course, with these whales'
eyes, your cheek.

with these
whales eyes, your cheek

can alone properly claim

I love, I tell you, without
paraphernalia butwith a developed heart
properly worked out
in curious problems and details

My morals and art are
of veHHH the vedic epoch
which alone hHH to lock
HH to the block and tackle of HHHH. can claim properly
your car
what I lock
It is our hindoo scriptures so to speak
which leads me to caress HHHH
quite aimlessly, of course, your whales
eyes and, beneath them, your cheek.

from Laforgue
Makkers ' remarks.

RIMBAUD : Comedy in three caresses.

She hadn't much left on, and the big trees,
With no discretion, swished
Their leaves over the window-pane
easingly, so near, so near.

Half naked in my big chair,
She put her hands together
And her little toes tickled the floor
Quivering comfortably, and so small.

I watched a little sprouting flush,
The colour of wax, flutter
Like a smile on her neat breasts :
Fly on a rose bush.

I kissed her traced ankles
And she smiled a longish smile, bad sign
That shattered out into clear trills,
Crystaline.

Her little feet scampered under her shift:
" Will you stop now ! !. "
After the first permitted boldness,
The smile pretending coldness ?

Her poor eyelids fluttered under my lips
As I kissed her eyes
And she threw back her weakling head :
" That's better now. " she said.

" But I have something still to .... "
I chucked the rest between her breasts
In a caress that brought a kindly smile,
Benevolence, all of it.

She hadn't much left on, and the big trees
Swished their leaves over the window-pane
At ease, teasingly, and so near.

trans/d E.P

Permit me, Mermaid
as your breath perfumes
the verveine
in Spring's room

HAPPY NEW YEAR, this system, in fact
puts on the spring, a ms
rather impudent act

Take off your mittens
and wear nothing but
my signs m
sigh s

what inconvenient about / what's wrong with that.
Blue eyes in revere on

blue eyes in revery on , the boredomes of artifice.
. chHHe , deviene young
the , lucks raw device.

giant to dwarf
every right man drags on
come some one his own age

to taje the air, for hyfgene.

But yu bleed for love of exile
the love of Love, well let it run

Have I pained you,
come towd the font
where the moths of
night elysien

Pimbece with conquered eyes.
no longer charges the verveine
What curious phenomenon .
what . next year

virgins of yesterdays . now full of foeti
foetus full
kneeling . ant the sad hour of Angelus

no more to bosque
, the pines can last forever
horns call , snows of pale months
shall be by book of prayer,
till the next thaw.

LAURENT TAHNH TAHNH

RUS
RUS
***

What lures me the ancient truss-maker from his shoppe whose luxury
Sucked in the passers-by,
Is his garden at Auteuil where zinnias void of all odour or stink
Look like varnished zinc.

That's where he, of an evening, comes to taste the aromatic air
In his flannel coat and rocking-chair

As factories of suet and animal-
Black spread out the whiff and flavour from Grenelle.

Although free-thinking and a quite free mason
He thinks a favouring god in propitious hour
publishes his macaroni
his map, with chinese lanterns in a moorish tower,
while his " young lady " hums to and fro
Spicing his rasberry sirop with couplets of Nadaud.

gave him such refuge, goldfish dying in the fountain basin

gets out of his
what luges the antient trussmaker from a shoppe whose luxury
sucked in the passers-by is his garden at Auteuil

what howks the antient trussmaker out of his shoppe whose luxury
sucked in the passers-by is his gardent at Auteuil

where zinnias without oder at all
void of all odour or stink
look like varnished zinc.

Thats where he , of an evening
comes to th the aromatic

air
, in his flannel coat and rocking cair
chair

the whiffs that spread out from Grenelle
suet the animal

factories of suet and

black from the factories at Grenelle.

and animal

black expanding from the factories of Grenelle.

spread out the whiff
their from Grenelle.

that the flavouring whiff from
whiff and flavour

Altho a freething thinking quite free mason
he think a favouring god has put this place on
his map , with its fountain ppol pool
chinese lantern

in propicious hour , chinese lanterns in a moorish tower
while his young lady moves to and fro
 hums sings sotto voce , to and fro
spicing rasberry syrop with Nadeau
his and

when the kids forehead ( read mind)

full of red toment

beseeching a wite swarm of drams still undefined

two big charming sisters come

with wafty fingers and silvery nails to his bedroom

they set him by an wide open window

where the blue air bathes a tangle of flowers

and run their neat alluring and terrible fingers

thru his mattered and dewy hair

enticing

he hears their timid breath rhythmic dampened

flowered with long vegetative honey and roses

broken by hisses now and then

of the saliva from lips eager for kisses damp

He hears they log eyelashes beat

in the perfumes silence, while their electric soft fingers

brigid death to sa small lice

neath their regal nails

and the wine of laziness mounts in him

a squiffers sighs might bring delirium

like

and the kid feels

the constant rise and wane, nearth the slowness of their

caresses, of a desire to weep.

the kid's forehead full of red torments, his mind

imploring a swarm of dreams undefined

the left

two large and charming sisters come

with wafty fingers and silvery nails, to his bedroom

and set him by a wide open window where
open window where the blue air

as tangle of lflowes bathes in the blue air
they run fine enticing and terrible

b fingers thru his thick dew-matted hair

So rises in him Wine of Laziness

like a squiffer's sigc toward delirium
and the kid feels constant sinking and dyin

uninterrupted
uninterrupted neath the ry rhythm of the slow caress

constant sinking and dyin', of a desire to weep

cause with a need of moon? at some distance from

the established proprieties.

forget themselves and swoon in their embrace

Until needing the moon inebriated shees

in their embrace forget themselves and soon
swoon
at quite a distance from

they pester, after dark
statues in/ deep in the park

offering to the least undresses

an arm or whatever you might haggest
and/or that

talk to a female

talking to females seem

to be a third and not half of the ensemble

mixing tomorrow with the past

asking aghast, oh nothing, soul or
soulfully, oh nothing

Swearing love, I do, with a distant voice
having no resonance/ but exstaticly

and after the craziest phpppppp twist
of phrase

adding, not that I insist.

HHHHHHHHHH

but I don't insist.

s shees

Until the inebriates she needed needing the moon
forgets herfl

bringing
that cd/ bring delirium, meath the slown of the
caresses, he fells
constane wa

wine of laziness, a swiffers sigh
and there mounts in him

like a swiffer's sigc that carries delirium
the wine of laziness
mounts in him, and the kid feels
a desire to weep constantly wane and
die, neath the slowness of the caress
slow rhythm of their caress

caresses

he hears their singing breath
timid
smelling of vegetable pinkish honey honies
, interrupted by hisses faint
the salivas faist his hiss
drawn for a lip, or a desire to kiss.

perfumed

he hears their black eyelashes beat in the quietude

and their electric fingers so soft , but on the brink
in the inebriated indolences
imbued

but on the bring
of bringing death, beneath their regal nails

to little the small lice, beneath their regal nails

crack

and crack, in his inebriated
to break his inebriated indolences

their soft electric fingers, death assails

small lice beneath their regal nails.

he hears their black eyelashes beat in the quietude
and "crack" to break his inebriated indolences
that perfumed

J. H. O. E. F. J. M. O. D.

death

their soft electric fingers

bing rude

to little lice beneath their regal nails.

death

neath their electric so soft fingers death assails

be

the little lice beneath their regal nails

And lo there moj nts in him, wine of laziness
a snuffins sigh
and the kid feels, wane and die
neath the slowness of their caresses
the impulse to cry.
constantly wane and die
within him

she was saying, with her basicly empty air
I love you for your self. that's anice tale
yarn
yes, like art. "keep calm, illusary rental
from the capitalist Ideal
ground rent

She was saying. I was waiting, am here, dont know
with those large lunar whiteness in
hhh
her eyes
does one get an education for mere furit
and go to class.

And then one fiene evening she goes and croaks
most 8nfortunate
ahj hah, ch a ca cahnging the tune
to rise again on the third days, if not in person at least
in the smell, the green the fine months rivultet

And YOU, with another lot of the illuded
will progress toward the Zaimph, the Joconda,
and
in shhhh the skirt
id est the skirt
and I myselfthnayybu no mre alert.
shall I be more alert.

than yu

LOCUTION No. 6

When I get to lovin' I tell YOU
It ain't with H trimmings, but development
Of every angle, oddment and quirk
That an instructed heart can jerk.

Morals and art go back to the vedic age
To get me hitched
On back of
Your carriange.

And hindoo precedent leads me to drag
THAT IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF without, so to speak,
GOGGGOOAGGG ulterior intent THAT IF IF IF these whales' eyes
caressingly across your cheek.