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By Arthur Rimbaud

Translated by Wallace Fowlie

When the child’s forehead, full of red torments,

Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams,

There come near his bed two tall charming sisters

With slim fingers that have silvery nails.


They seat the child in front of a wide open

Window where the blue air bathes a mass of flowers

And in his heavy hair where the dew falls

Move their delicate, fearful and enticing fingers.

 

He listens to the singing of their apprehensive breath.

Which smells of long rosy plant honey

And which at times a hiss interrupts, saliva

Caught on the lip or desire for kisses.


He hears their black eyelashes beating in the perfumed

Silence; and their gentle electric fingers

Make in his half-drunken indolence the death of the little lice

Crackle under their royal nails.


Then the wine of Sloth rises in him,

The sigh of an harmonica which could bring on delirium;

The child feels, according to the slowness of the caresses

Surging in him and dying continuously a desire to cry.


Arthur Rimbaud, "The Seekers of Lice" from Complete Works, Selected Letters. Copyright © 2005 by Arthur Rimbaud.  Reprinted by permission of The University of Chicago Press.

Source: Complete Works, Selected Letters (University of Chicago Press, 2005)

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Arthur Rimbaud
Arthur Rimbaud is the supreme child genius in the history of poetry. Born in Charleville, France, he attended school there, then left for Paris where he embarked on a disastrous but enormously productive relationship with another great poet, Paul Verlaine. When that affair wrecked itself spectacularly—with Verlaine sent to prison for shooting Rimbaud—Rimbaud apparently abandoned poetry, left Europe, eventually lived in east Africa briefly, and returned to France to die of cancer at the age of 37, a virtually unknown man. Once buried, though, he gradually dawned as the blazing comet of early Modernist verse.

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