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
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