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Arthur Rimbaud - O Seasons, O Chateaux
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1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
 

O seasons, O chateaux,
Where is the flawless soul?


O seasons, O chateaux,
 
The magic study I pursued,
Of happiness, none can elude.
 
O may it live, each time
The Gallic cock makes rhyme.
 
Nothing else I desire,
It’s possessed my life entire.
 
That charm! It’s taken heart and soul
Scattered all my effort so.
 
Where’s the sense in what I say?
It makes the whole thing fly away!
 
O seasons, O chateaux!

 

O Seasons, O Chateaux


2. (From: Une Saison en Enfer)

O seasons, O chateaux!
Where is the flawless soul?
 
The magic study I pursued,
Of happiness, none can elude.
 
A health to it, each time
The Gallic cock makes rhyme.
 
Ah! There’s nothing I desire,
It’s possessed my life entire.
 
That charm has taken heart and soul
Scattered all my efforts so.
 
O seasons, O chateaux!
 
The hour of its flight, alas!
Will be the hour I pass.
 
O seasons, O chateaux!
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