As snow does to a fire through splendid cities white Ophelia floats;
Her sweet madness the devil's paladins;
Like dragonflies threading the bark of the boughs.
On the blue summer evenings the shivering willows
Would dust with fine gold, the flowers that you picked.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras
From violet forests where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan; i shall let the wind
Embroidered with black moss weep on her shoulder
Of an eternal voice and endless.
The rivers let me sail; i have seen maelstroms eternal
Devouring the green azures where gleams the daylight.
Backwards into sleep, i hung there
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Yey! I love that site... I use it while teaching poetry to my students a lot. It taps into their love of everything computer and makes poetry less scary to them. Here's my poem this morning:
ReplyDeleteAnd on the horizon i shall let the wind
In a dream I shall feel lovely outstretched feet among the foliage;
the river murmurs floats very slowly;
on the water! for more than a thousand years!
Contained in the vast ether the shivering willows.
- green casket flecked with gold, the star has wept rose-colour.
On his golden chariot dropping pollen like commas.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.
And on the horizon, i shall let the wind
into the deep ocean with soft little shivers
of an eternal voice river water;
As I was floating down, in the long violet coagulations,
of the sea star-infused and and of singing phosphorus
backwards into sleep, down into abysses
by Me & Arthur Rimbaud
*sighs happily*
ReplyDeleteThose were both gorgeous!
K