Vowels
A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue:
vowels, I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins:
A, black velvety jacket brilliant flies which buzz around cruel smells, gulfs of shadows;
E, whiteness of vapours and of tents, lances of proud glaciers, white kings, shivers of cow-parsley;
I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips in anger or in the raptures of penitence;
U, waves, divine shudderings of viridian seas, the peace of pastures dotted with animals,
the peace of the furrows whch alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads;
O, sublime Trumpet full of strange piercing sounds, silences crossed by Angels and by Worlds -
O the Omega! The violet ray of Her Eyes! ----------
The star has wept rose-colour in the heart of your ears,
the infinite rolled white from your nape to the small of your back;
the sea has broken russet at your vermilion nipples,
and Man bled black at your royal side.
Arthur Rimbaud
Vowels
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