Player 9999 posted a message on 06/05 11:48 on the MadWin Forum: my bohemian work by Arthur Rimbaud, gilded notebook (1870). Answer him on MadWin and exchange with other players

My Bohemian



I was leaving, my fists in my punctured pockets;
My overcoat also became ideal;
I was going under the sky, Muse! and I was your stalwart;
Oh ! the ! the ! What splendid loves have I dreamed of!

My only panties had a large hole.
- Tom Thumb dreamer, I shelled in my race
Rhymes. My inn was at the Grande-Ourse.
- My stars in the sky had a soft frou-frou

And I listened to them, sitting by the roadside,
Those good September evenings when I felt drops
Dew on my brow, like a strong wine;

Where, rhyming in the midst of fantastic shadows,
Like lyres, I pulled the rubber bands
Of my injured shoes, one foot close to my heart!

Arthur Rimbaud, Notebook of Douai (1870)