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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-07-27 | | Submited by Ionescu Bogdan 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... From Oliver Bernard's translation : Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962) RĂȘvĂ© pour l'Hiver
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