believe! I believe in you! divine mother, Sea-born Aphrodite! - Oh! the path is bitter Since the other God harnessed us to his cross; Flesh, Marble, Flower, Venus, in you I believe! - yes, Man is sad and ugly, sad under the vast sky. He possesses clothes, because he is no longer chaste, Because he has defiled his proud, godlike head And because he has bent, like an idol in the furnace, His Olympian form towards base slaveries! Yes, even after death, in the form of pale skeletons He wishes to live and insult the original beauty! - And the Idol in whom you placed such maidenhood, Woman, in whom you rendered our clay divine, So that Man might bring light into his poor soul And slowly ascend, in unbounded love, From the earthly prison to the beauty of day, Woman no longer knows even how to be a Courtesan! - Its a fine farce! and the world snickers At the sweet and sacred name of great Venus! Arthur Rimbaud https://youtube/watch?v=RfVGbqA6nQA
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 22:27:50 +0000