Français
Español
Italiano
Deutsch
Português
My sad heart slobbers at the poop,
My heart covered with tobacco juice:
They spurt streams of soup at it,
My sad heart slobbers at the poop:
Under the jeers of the troop
Who burst into a general laugh,
My sad heart slobbers at the poop,
My heart covered with tobacco juice!
Ithyphallic and soldier-boyish
Their jeers have depraved it!
On the rudder one sees frescoes
Ithyphallic and soldier-boyish.
O abracadabrantesque waves,
Take my heart, let it be washed!
Ithyphallic and soldier-boyish
Their jeers have depraved it!
When they have dried up their quids,
How to act, O stolen heart?
There will be bacchic hiccups
When they have dried up their quids:
I shall have stomachic starts,
I, if my heart is swallowed back down:
When they have dried up their quids
How to act, O stolen heart?
Arthur Rimbaud
Translation generated by Poésies 123 with assistance from the deepseek-chat artificial-intelligence model.
Text published on Poésies 123: https://www.poesies123.com/en/poem-the-stolen-heart-arthur-rimbaud/