lecorbeaufou

I have held the summer dawn in my arms.
Nothing moved as yet on the fronts of the palaces. The water was dead.
Swarms of shadows refused to leave the road to the wood. I walked along,
awakening the warm, alive air. Stones looked up, and wings rose up silently.
The first occurrence, in the path already filled with cool white shimmerings,
was a flower which told me its name.
I laughed at the blond waterfall which tumbled down through the pine trees. At its silver top I found the goddess.
Then I took off her veils one by one. In the path, where I waved my arms. In the field, where I gave away her name to the cock. In the city, she fled between steeples and domes; and running like a thief along the marble wharves, I chased her.
Where the road mounts, near a laurel wood, I wrapped her in all her veils and felt something of the immensity of her body. Dawn and the child
collapsed at the edge of the wood.
On waking, it was midday.
-- Arthur Rimbaud