RIMBAUD IN AFRICA

RIMBAUD IN AFRICA
B.Z. Niditch

On a port city
consumed by sun
without belongings
you embark
on red sands,

two alembic letters
already wrinkled
by the sea
and desert winds
a revolver
from Verlaine
(no bullets)

a rosary
from sister
a scandal sheet
of cold news
in a khaki pocket

an exile
like every poet
but you still taste
the snow kisses
from Paris
on visionary nights.

 

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