In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
Arthur RimbaudAnd from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures
Arthur RimbaudAnd from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
Arthur RimbaudTo whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
Arthur Rimbaud