Rimbaud

The Eternity

It's found again.
What? - Eternity.
It's the sea gone off
With the sun.

Sentinel soul,
Let's whisper the confession
Of night's nothingness
And day ablaze.

From human approvals,
And common impulses,
There you free yourself,
And fly, it all depends.

Since only from you,
Embers of satin,
Duty is exhaling,
Without anyone saying: at last.

There's no hope there,
No orietur.
Science along with patience,
Torture for sure.

It's found again.
What? - Eternity.
It's the sea gone off
With the sun.

This poem, written in May 1872, figured in in the poems collection entitled vers nouveaux. Rimbaud revised it two years later in une saison en enfer:

"Finally O! Happiness, O! Reason, I moved azure from the sky, which is black, and I lived, gold spark from nature light. With joy, I took as far as possible a farcical and distraught expression:

It's found again!
What? Eternity.
It's the sea mingled
With the sun.

My immortal soul,
Observe your vow
Despite alone night
And day ablaze.

So you free yourself
From human approvals,
And common impulses!...
And you fly, it all depends...

— Never a hope.
No orietur.
Science and patience,
Torture for sure.

No more tomorrow,
Embers of satin,
Your ardour
Is the duty.

It's found again!
— What? — Eternity.
It's the sea mingled
With the sun.”

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