Two Poems by Rimbaud Pt. 1

"IS SHE A DANCER . . . ?"

Is she a dancer . . . ? In the first blue hours

Will she perish like wilting flowers . . .

Before the breathtaking vista, you feel

The burgeoning city's blossoming breath!

It's too beautiful! It's too beautiful! But essential . . .

-For the Fisherwoman and the Pirate's song,

And because the last masked souls still believed

In evening celebrations on a pure dark sea!

July 1872