Thu 29 May 2008
… the Rivers let me sail downstream where I pleased
more absorbed than the minds of children, I ran!
Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children,
the green water penetrated my pinewood hull
and washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains
and the splashes of vomit, carrying away both rudder and anchor….
…Resembling an island, tossing on my sides the brawls
and droppings of pale-eyed, clamouring birds.
And I was scudding along when across my frayed ropes
drowned men sank backwards into sleep!…
from Rimbaud’s Drunken Boat