The Blackcurrant River, Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

Poem by Arthur Rimbaud Collection Derniers versThemes NaturePeriod 19th century

The Blackcurrant River rolls on, ignored
Through strange valleys:
The voice of a hundred ravens accompanies it, true
And good voice of angels:
With the great movements of the fir groves
When several winds plunge.

Everything rolls on with revolting mysteries
Of campaigns of ancient times;
Of visited dungeons, of important parks:
It is on these banks that one hears
The dead passions of wandering knights:
But how wholesome is the wind!

Let the pedestrian look at these clear ways:
He will go more courageously.
Soldiers of the forests that the Lord sends,
Dear delicious ravens!
Make the crafty peasant flee from here
Who drinks with an old stump.

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-blackcurrant-river-arthur-rimbaud/