Dawn

Dawn

I have kissed the summer dawn.
Before the palaces,
nothing moved.
The water lay dead.

Battalions of shadows
still kept the forest road.
I walked, walking warm
and vital breath,
While stones watched,
and wings rose soundlessly.

My first adventure,
in a path already gleaming
With a clear pale light,
Was a flower who told me its name.

I laughed at the blond Waterfall.
That threw its hair across
the pines: On the silvered summit,
I came upon the goddess.

Then one by one, I lifted her veils.
In the long walk, waving my arms.
Across the meadow, where
I betrayed her to the cock.

In the heart of town she fled
among the steeples and domes,
And I hunted her, scrambling
like a beggar on marble wharves.

Above the road, near a thicket of laurel,
I caught her in her gathered veils,
And smelled the scent of her immense body.
Dawn and the child fell together
at the bottom of the wood.
When I awoke, it was noon..

Arthur Rimbaud

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