A Cup Of Sake At Moonlight

Who ran, spotted with small electric moons,
A wild plank, escorted by black seahorses,
When Julys beat down with blows of cudgels
The ultramarine skies with burning funnels;

I, who trembled, hearing at fifty leagues off
The moaning of the Behemoths in heat and the thick Maelstroms,
Eternal spinner of the blue immobility
I miss Europe with its ancient parapets!

I have seen sidereal archipelagos! and islands
Whose delirious skies are open to the sea-wanderer:
—Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep and exile yourself,
Million golden birds, o future Vigor? –

But, in truth, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Acrid love has swollen me with intoxicating torpor
O let my keel burst! O let me go into the sea!............. The Drunken Boat (excerpt) by Arthur Rimbaud

Photographer:

pred

Uploaded:

2020-01-10

Camera:

Minolta dynax 7xi

Film:

Fomapan 200 Creative (35 mm)

Lens:

Minolta AF 28-80 zoom xi

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A Cup Of Sake At Moonlight

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