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The Sleeper in the Valley
It is a green hollow where a gream gurgles, crazily catching silver rags of itself on the grasses; where the sun shines from the proud mountain: it is a little valley bubbling over with light.
A young soulder, open-mouthed, bare-headed, with the nape of his neck bathed in cool blue cresses, sleeps; he is stretched out on the grass, under the sky, pale on his green bed where the light falls like rain
His feet in the yellow flags, he lies sleeping. Smiling as a sick child might smile, he is having a nap. Cradle him warmly, Nature; he is cold.
No odour makes his nostril quiver; he sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast, at peace. There are two red holes in his right side.
-Arthur Rimbaud
Posted by Chris at April 7, 2005 01:00 AM
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