close
b-bear

Last seen: 4 months ago

b-bear is a 29 year old guy from Mountain Air, VIC, Australia

    Drink your Bliss; for every Thing that Lives is Holy. ~William Blake
    Mon auberge était à la Grande Ourse. My inn was under the sign of the Great Bear. ~Rimbaud

  • My favourite poems by Arthur Rimbaud

    Rated Sep 20 2008 1 review poetry, rimbaud geocities.com










    Ma Boheme


    Je m'en allais, les poings dans mes poches crevées;
    Mon paletot aussi devenait idéal;


    I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
    my overcoat too was becoming ideal;


    J'allais sous le ciel, Muse ! et j'étais ton féal;
    Oh ! la` la` ! que d'amours splendides j'ai re^vées!


    I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassel;
    oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!


    Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
    - Petit Poucet re^veur, j'égrenais dans ma course
    Des rimes.


    My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them.
    - Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along the way.


    Mon auberge était a` la Grande Ourse.
    - Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou


    My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
    - My stars in the sky rustled softly.


    Et je les écoutais, assis au bord des routes,
    Ces bons soirs de septembre oů je sentais des gouttes
    De rosée a` mon front, comme un vin de vigueur;


    And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides on those pleasant
    September evenings while I felt drops of dew on my forehead like
    vigorous wine;


    Oů, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
    Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
    De mes souliers blessés, un pied pre`s de mon coeur.


    and while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows, I plucked like the
    strings of a lyre the elastics of my tattered boots,
    one foot close to my heart!




    Rimbaud (written in October 1870)