“Conclusion” by Arthur Rimbaud


The pigeons which flutter in the meadow,
the game which runs and sees in the dark,
the water animals, the animal enslaved,
the last butterflies!.. also are thirsty.
But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving –
Oh! Favoured by what is fresh!
To expire in those damp violets
whose awakening fills these woods?

Arthur Rimbaud

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2011


  1. Alexis Rhone Fancher · February 22, 2011

    Ah… I can smell the violets! The pure sensual pleasure that is Rimbaud.
    Thanks for reminding me, Lisa. You have such talent for unearthing jewels.

    • lkthayer · February 22, 2011

      Love you Alexis, my pleasure!
      Sent on the Now Network from my Sprint® BlackBerry

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