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Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold; in the uncertain foliage that blossoms with gorgeous flowers where sleeps the kiss, vivid, and bursting through the sumptuous tapestry, a startled faun shows his two eyes and bites the crimson flowers with his white teeth.
Stained and ensanguined like mellow wine, his mouth bursts out in laughter beneath the branches.
And when he has fled - like a squirrel - his laughter still vibrates on every leaf, and you can see, startled by a bullfinch, the Golden Kiss of the Wood, gathering itself together again.
Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891) was a French poet known for his influence on modern literature and arts, prefig
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