Friday, April 21, 2006


On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.
For more than a thousand years sad Opheliahas passed,
a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.
The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters ;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.
The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings ;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

What in the name of all thst's sacred was I thinking when I invited your silly ass to post here?

At least you started with Rimbaud.
This is wonderful!

Keep it comin' dude!
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