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ANGELS ALL FIRE 
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ANGELS ALL FIRE
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# of posts: 1901 - 2300 |
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BEING BEAUTEOUS
Against a fall of snow, a being beautiful, and tall Whistlings of death and circles of faint music Make this adored body, swelling and trembling Like a specter, rise... Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh. The true colors of life grow dark, Shimmer and separate In the scaffolding around the vision. Shiverings mutter and rise, And the furious taste of these effects is charged With deadly whistlings and raucous music That the world, far between us, hurls up at our mother of beauty... She retreats us, she rises up... O ash-white face O tousled hair O crystal arms! On this cannon I mean to destroy myself In a swirling of trees and soft air! - Arthur Rimbaud |
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