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Arthur Rimbaud - Common Nocturne
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A breath opens operatic breaches 
in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,-- 
disperses the boundaries 
of hearths,-- eclipses the windows. 

Along the vine, having rested my foot on a waterspout, 
I climbed down into this coach, 
its period indicated clearly enough 
by the convex panes of glass, 
the bulging panels, the contorted sofas. 

Isolated hearse of my sleep, 
shepherd`s house of my insanity, 
the vehicle veers on the grass 
of the obliterated highway: 
and in the defect at the top 
of the right-hand windowpane 
revolve pale lunar figures, leaves, and breasts. --

A very deep green and blue invade the picture. 
Unhitching near a spot of gravel. --
Here will they whistle for the storm, 
and the Sodoms and Solymas,
and the wild beasts and the armies, 
(Postilion and animals of dream, 
will they begin again in the stifling
forests to plunge me up to my eyes 
in the silken spring?) 
And, whipped through the splashing of waters 
and spilled drinks, send us rolling 
on the barking of bulldogs... 
--A breath disperses 
the boundaries of the hearth.
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