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    Rate-a-Poem: A Dream for Winter

    By Arthur Rimbaud
    1854-1891


    A Dream for Winter

    In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
    With blue cushions.
    We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
    In each soft corner.

    You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
    The evening shadows pulling faces.
    Those snarling monsters, a population
    Of black devils and black wolves.

    Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
    A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
    Will run round your neck...

    And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
    - And we'll take a long time to find that creature
    - Which travels a lot...






    edited to add original French version:

    L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
    Avec des coussins bleus.
    Nous serons bien. Un nid de baisers fous repose
    Dans chaque coin moelleux.

    Tu fermeras l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
    Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
    Ces monstruosités hargneuses, populace
    De démons noirs et de loups noirs.

    Puis tu te sentiras la joue égratignée...
    Un petit baiser, comme une folle araignée,
    Te courra par le cou...

    Et tu me diras: "Cherche!" en inclinant la tête,
    Et nous prendrons du temps à trouver cette bête
    Qui voyage beaucoup...
    Last edited by William Haskins; 12-14-2005 at 07:35 AM.
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