I embraced the summer dawn. Nothing was stirring yet on the fronts of the palaces. The water was dead. The crowds of shadows had not yet left the woodland road. I walked, waking vivid warm breaths, and the precious stones looked up, and wings rose without sound. The first adventure, on the path already full […]
After the Flood After the idea of the flood had receded, a rabbit paused in the clock flowers and the holy clover, and said his prayers through the rainbow of the Spider’s web. Oh! The precious gems hid themselves away,–and the flowers were already regarding the world. Down the sprawling main drag, stalls were erected, […]
Link to Mr. Boothroyd’s site and translation: https://thecoldtapsings.com/2011/11/01/rimbaud-to-a-reason/
One half of everything is true,The part that don’t depend on you –God made the part that touches ground,The half with roots, that reacheth down. The other part that fills the air,Which meets bright hope, or dark despair –Is like the limbs of that Old Tree,Whose height and reach extends from me.
Ruined Choir 