At the Green Cabaret

Poem by Arthur Rimbaud Collection PoetryThemes HappinessPeriod 19th century

For eight days I had torn my boots
On the stones of the roads. I was entering Charleroi.
— At the Green Cabaret: I asked for slices of bread
With butter and ham that was half cold.

Blissful, I stretched my legs under the
Green table: I gazed at the very naive subjects
Of the wallpaper. — And it was adorable,
When the girl with enormous breasts, with lively eyes,

— That one, it’s not a kiss that scares her! —
Laughing, brought me slices of bread with butter,
Warm ham, on a colored plate,

Pink and white ham scented with a clove
Of garlic, — and filled my huge mug, with its foam
That a belated ray of sunlight gilded.

Arthur Rimbaud

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