>From memory:
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>"J'ai assis la beautÈ sur mes genoux et je l'ai trouvÈe amËre."
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>"I sat beauty on my knees and found her bitter."
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>Rimbaud, Arthur
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Promise I'll shut up after this. This was written a year or so ago,
partly in response -
Best
A
Nude with mirror
He could no more perceive her than touch his own horizon
retreating before him over cliffs of reason,
and she knew this and became bitter.
No wonder she stared so long at her own reflection
scrying the despair of one unseen
who so became nothing, and yet was there,
inclining to death, a lack refashioned as lust
purely to be granted or withheld, and perhaps a lost
distorted gleam of unimagined gardens,
delirious fabrics stretching out in sunlight,
cities of colour exhaling conversation
where a childish greed might be abashed
to luminous admissions. She will undress
only to a nakedness apparent to his sight,
abandonment more brutal than her silence, it is enough
to catalyse his nuclear hatred. Does he flinch
at her caprices? She must put on the garments of a mother
and ladle him to earth, droplet by droplet, before his fear
evaporates and once again he meets the querulous city,
neither shriven nor exorcised, and she
turns again in mockery to the mirror.
--
Alison Croggon
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