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The Drunken Boat (Rimbaud)

 

Now I drift through the Poem of the Sea;
This gruel of stars mirrors the milky sky,
Devours grenn asures; ecsatic flotsam,
Drowned men, pale and thoughtful, sometimes drift by.
-- Arthur Rimbaud. "The Drunken Boat."
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