Oyster Boy Review 17  
  Fall 2003
 
 
 
 
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Poems & One Letter by Arthur Rimbaud


Three Kisses

Arthur Rimbaud


She was barely dressed
as huge trees indiscreetly
reached their leaves maliciously
very very close to the window.

Sitting half-naked in my chair
she was clasping her hands
while her little feet shuddered
with joy on the floor.

Pale as wax
I watched a tiny renegade ray
flutter in her smile
and then on her breasts
like a fly upon a rose.

I kissed her ankles 
as her laughter assailed me
in clear soft
crystalline
trills.

Her delicate feet fled beneath her gown: 
      "Will you stop it!"
My act of brashness having been permitted
she was pretending to punish me.

With pathetic quiverings in my lips
I softly kissed her eyes.
Daintily she threw back her head:
      "Sir, you're going too far! 
      I must inform you . . ."

I gave her the rest
in the breasts
as she laughed
at my kisses
willingly . . .

She was barely dressed
as huge trees indiscreetly
reached their leaves maliciously
very very close to the window.


Translated by Mark Spitzer