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If life gives you Lemons...

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Sensation
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:But endless love will mount in my soul;And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.
Arthur RimbaudMarch 1870.
Sensation

On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

Arthur Rimbaud
March 1870.