Song
of Eternity
after
Rimbaud
Oh lead me
when the poor patisserie
assistant comes to feed me
golden globes of angel loaves
the fishes speed me
and others heed me
when I speak my stupid
Angelus
I see Millet’s peasants
heads bowed, who resent us
our lives even though
they are not stupendous
rarely momentous
but bump against each other
like
stones in a bubbling stream
if only you wished
me to fetch
your coffee with its cream
then we could keep company
the girl in the patisserie
whose job it is
to feed our dreams
of endless hunger
of luxury and languor
and momentary satisfaction
resounding through eternity
oh lead –
lead on
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