Sunday, May 4, 2008

i could lose my soul right here



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 [...]

~ arthur rimbaud

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