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Arthur Rimbaud - Blackcurrant River
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Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys; 
the voices of a hundred rooks go with it, 
the true benevolent voice of angles: 
with the wide movements of the fir woods 
when several winds sweep down. 

Everything flows with [the] horrible mysteries of ancient landscapes; 
of strongholds visited, of large estates: 
it is along these banks that you can hear 
the dead passions of errant knights: 
but how the wind is wholesome! 

Let the traveler look through these clerestories: 
he will journey on more bravely. 
Forest soldiers whom the Lord sends, 
dear delightful rooks! Drive away from here the crafty peasant, 
clinking glasses with his old stump of an arm.
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