The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back,
Your thighs:
The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts,
And Man had bled black at your sovereign side.
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From guest Deb McCafferty (contact)
Strange and beautiful poem. Rimbaud was a great influence on Patti Smith.
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