(20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891 / Charleville, Ardennes)

Barbarian

Long after the days and the seasons, and people and countries.
The banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;
(they do not exist). Recovered from the old fanfares of heroism,--
which still attack the heart and head,-- far from the old assassins.
-- Oh! the banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;
(they do not exist).-- Bliss! Live embers raining in gusts of frost.--
Bliss!-- fires in the rain of the wind of diamonds
flung out by the earth's heart eternally carbonized for us.
-- O world! (Far from the old retreats and the old flames, still heard, still felt.)
Fire and foam. Magic, veering of chasms and clash of icicles against the stars.
O bliss, O world, O music! And forms, sweat, eyes
and long hair floating there. And white tears boiling,--
O bliss!-- and the feminine voice reaching to the bottom of volcanoes
and grottos of the arctic seas. The banner...

by Arthur Rimbaud

Comments (4)

Earth's heart.... thanks for posting....
I have never read him before but how fascinating his style is... it's not easy but it is unique and it is haunting and it does make the reader FEEL the images.... have to read more by him.
an interesting poem of an adventurers mind? ...........well penned
Manner! ! The banner! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.