Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY BOHEMIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD Poet's Biography
First Line: Fists in torn pockets I departed
Last Line: One foot against my heart.
Fists in torn pockets I departed.
My overcoat grew ideal too.
I walked, your knight, O Muse,
And dreamed, O my! what glorious loves.
My only trousers had a hole.
Little Tom Thumb, I dropped my dreaming rhymes.
My lodging was the Great Bear Inn,
And in the sky my stars were rustling.
I listened, seated by the road-
In soft September-where the dew
Was wine of vigor on my face;
And in weird shadows rhyming, plucked like lyres,
The laces of my martyred shoes,
One foot against my heart.
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