The internet can be a wonderful thing when it comes to finding reading material that is no longer copyrighted. Case and point, Arthur Rimbaud’s poetry. I have read very little of his work, but I continue to enjoy everything that I find. Here is something I read today and has stuck with me since first read. There is no real significance. I plain like it and feel in a sharing mood. Oh, and he wrote this when he was 16.
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.