- Arthur Rimbaud’s “My Bohemia”
I set out, fists in tattered pockets crammed,My worn coat turning to a mere ideaOf a coat, under the sky—to you, Muse, loyal—And oh! the splendid love affairs I dreamed!
My only pair of pants exposed my skin.Tom-Thumb-sized dreamer, I kept strewing rhymes.The Great Bear constellation was my inn.The stars on high relinquished tinkling chimes.
And seated by the roadside I would feelOn fine September evenings, drops of dewNeedle my brow like wine alive with fire;
While rhyming in the midst of shadows weirdI’d pluck the laces of each holey shoeClose to my heart, like playing on a lyre. [End Page 363]
X. J. KENNEDY is the author of In a Prominent Bar in Secaucus: New and Selected Poems and the translator of The Bestiary of Guillaume Apollinaire, both from the Johns Hopkins University Press.