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Arthur Rimbaud - State Of Siege
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The poor omnibus driver under the tin canopy, 
warming a huge chilblain inside his glove, 
follows his heavy omnibus along the left bank, 
and from his inflated groin thrusts away the moneybag. 

And while [in the] soft shadow 
where there are policemen, 
the respectable interior of the bus looks at the moon 
in the deep sky rocking 
among its green cotton wool, 
in spite of the Edict 
and the still delicate hour, 
and the fact that the bus is 
returning to the Odeon, 
the lewd wanton utters piercing cries 
at the darkened square! 
Francois Coppee
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