Everything seen
The vision gleams in every air.
Everything had
The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always.
Everything known
O Tumult! O Visions! These are the stops of life.
Departure in affection, and shining sounds.
Everything seen
The vision gleams in every air.
Everything had
The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always.
Everything known
O Tumult! O Visions! These are the stops of life.
Departure in affection, and shining sounds.
© Arthur Rimbaud