Then the puddle, grey, no source, no images;
an ancient dredger drudges in his idle boat.
Arthur Rimbaud, "Memory", trans. Christopher Middleton
posted by mh at 12:37 AM
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes
an ancient dredger drudges in his idle boat.
Arthur Rimbaud, "Memory", trans. Christopher Middleton
posted by mh at 12:37 AM
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