10.07.2006

This is one of my favourite things

IN THE MOMENT-
ETERNITY

Eternity

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of sun become sea.

Oh my sentinel soul
Let us desire
The nothing of night
And the day on fire.

From the applause of the World
And the striving of Man
You set yourself free
And fly as you can

For out of you only,
Soft silken embers
Duty arises
Nor surfeit remembers.

Then shall all hope fail
No orietur.
Science with patience
The torment is sure.

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of sun become sea.
Arthur Rimbaud
IMAGE
Edward Burne-Jones

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