Friday, February 12, 2016


When he was 19 Rimbaud
Decided he was done with poems.
To prove he was in earnest
He bought a revolver
Threatening to shoot
Any poem which approached
And asked him to write it.
Having achieved no consummation
His unwritten poetry
Lingers. Tourists report seeing it
On gray-green nights
Throwing rocks into the River

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