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Arthur Rimbaud - The Seekers Of Lice
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When the child`s forehead, full of red torments, 
Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams, 
There come near his bed two tall charming sisters 
With slim fingers that have silvery nails. 
They seat the child in front of a wide open 
Window where the blue air bathes a mass of flowers, 
And in his heavy hair where the dew falls, 
Move their delicate, fearful and enticing fingers. 
He listens to the singing of their apprehensive breath 
Which smells of long rosy plant honey, 
And which at times a hiss interrupts, saliva 
Caught on the lip or desire for kisses. 
He hears their black eyelashes beating 
in the perfumed Silence; 
and their gentle electric fingers 
Make in his half-drunken indolence the death of the little lice 
Crackle under their royal nails. 
Then the wine of Sloth rises in him, 
The sigh of an harmonica which could bring on delerium; 
The child feels, according to the slowness of the caresses, 
Surging in him and dying continuously a desire to cry.
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