Arthur Rimbaud translations of Antico, Reve Pour l'hiver and Dawn

Arthur Rimbaud Translations of Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”), Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”), and Dawn Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Graceful son of Pan! Around your brow, crowned with flowers and berries, your eyes, lustrous spheres, revolve. Your cheeks, stained with wine sediments, seem hollow. Your white fangs gleam. Your lyre-like chest! Chords pour from your blonde arms! Strong heartbeats resound in the abdomen where the double sex sleeps! You stalk the night, gently moving first this thigh, then the other, then the left leg. Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Come winter, we’ll leave in a little pink carriage With blue cushions. We’ll be comfortable, snuggled in our nest of crazy kisses. You’ll close your eyes, preferring not to see, through the darkening glass, The evening’s shadows leering. Those snarling monstrosities, that pandemonium of black demons and black wolves. Then you’ll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazed spider, will tickle your neck... And you’ll say to me: "Get it!" as you tilt your head back, and we’ll take a long time to find the crafty creature, the way it gets around... Dawn by Arthur Rimbaud translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I embraced the august dawn. Nothing stirred the palaces. The water lay dead still. Battalions of shadows still shrouded the forest paths. I walked briskly, dreaming the gemlike stones watched as wings soared soundlessly. My first adventure, on a path now faintly aglow with glitterings, was a flower who whispered her name. I laughed at the silver waterfall teasing me through pines; then on her summit, I recognized the goddess. One by one, I lifted her veils, in that tree-lined lane, waving my arms across the plain, as I notified the cock. Back to the city, she fled among the roofs and the steeples; scrambling like a beggar down the marble quays, I chased her. Above the road near a laurel thicket, I caught her in gathered veils and felt her immense body. Dawn and the child collapsed together at the edge of the wood. When I awoke, it was noon. Keywords/Tags: Arthur Rimbaud, English translation, eyes, black, cheek, kiss, dawn, Antico, ancient, Pan, brow, flowers, fangs, chest, arms, heart, heartbeats, night, thigh, leg, winter, dream, carriage, glass, shadows, palaces, goddess, veils, beggar, body, child