Arthur Rimbaud: “Sensation”

Sensation

I will walk through the fields on blue summer evenings,
pricked by the corn, crushing grass in my tread.
I’ll feel the air on my feet, as though I were dreaming,
and be bathed by breezes that blow across my head.

I will not speak.  I’ll think of nothing at all.
Like a pastoral gypsy, I will wander far and wide,
as infinite love rises up in my soul.
And I’ll be happy as a man with a woman by his side.

Arthur Rimbaud

Translated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2013
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