Being Beauteous

Against a fall of snow, a Being Beauiful, and very tall.
Whistlings of death and circles of faint music
Make this adored body, swelling and trembling
Like a specter, rise...
Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh.
The true colors of life grow dark,
Shimmering and sperate
In the scaffolding, around the Vision.

Shiverings mutter and rise,
And the furious taste of these effects is charged
With deadly whistlings and the raucous music
That the world, far behind us, hurls at our mother of beauty...
She retreats, she rises up...
Oh! Our bones have put on new flesh, for love.

Oh ash-white face

Oh tousled hair

O crystal arms!

On this cannot I mean to destroy myself
In a swirling of trees and soft air!

by Arthur Rimbaud

Comments (3)

Rouses intense and distinct emotions as well as images. Has the feel of the impressionist meeting the surrealist in a straightforward discussion.
this seems to me a description of the beatification, transubstantiation, and ascension of the virgin mary in a crepuscular winter barry farber
It appears as experiemental form and flow. And it reads well to me, I like it. Keep on pressing in this direction. I believe experiemental form is healthy, since obvious the 'old-school' is fading in popularity it would seem. We'll see though. Nice work.