Smile

Smile of beautiful lips in the shadowy glade where

In a dream I shall feel through splendid cities white ophelia floating;
her sweet madness on each skull;
and among water-lilies! he sings and the woods sing!

On the blue summer evenings the hidden window.
- would dust with fine gold, the flowers that you picked.
Has murmured its ballad hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: strew the flowers of their.

Smile of beautiful lips, in the shadowy glade where
it is the nymph with soft little shivers
of the greeat trees unfathomable space;

Nailing them naked to coloured, in the long violet coagulations,
of the sea star-infused and gleams of the daylight
dawns are heartbreaking, i hung there

by Brenna & Arthur Rimbaud