Dawn, Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

Poem by Arthur Rimbaud Collection Les IlluminationsThemes NaturePeriod 19th century

I embraced the summer dawn.
Nothing was stirring yet on the front of the palaces. The water was dead.
The camps of shadows had not left the wood road. I walked, waking the lively and warm breaths, and the gemstones looked on, and the wings rose without a sound.
The first enterprise was, on the path already filled with fresh
and pale glimmers, a flower that told me its name.
I laughed at the blond wasserfall that tossed its hair through the firs:
at the silvery summit, I recognized the goddess.
Then I lifted the veils one by one. In the avenue, waving my arms. Across the plain, where I denounced her to the rooster. In the great city she
fled among the steeples and domes, and running like a beggar on the marble quays, I chased her.
At the top of the road, near a laurel wood, I surrounded her
with her gathered veils, and I felt a little of her immense body. Dawn and the child fell at the bottom of the wood.
On waking it was noon.

Arthur Rimbaud

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