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A #poem for #adjuncts: Waifs and Strays by Arthur Rimbaud
#PAD/s usually go to plog (short for poetry blog) & @PWPicnic…this one seemed somehow so right for here. Alors, sont-nous aussi les enfants de la rue dans notre malchance d'être ainsi abandonnés? More later on the serious stuff of actions, news, events, reminders, conferences (not to be confused with action), links, petitions and such.
Black in the fog and in the snow, Where the great air-hole windows glow, With rounded rumps, Upon their knees five urchins squat, Looking down where the baker, hot, The thick dough thumps. They watch his white arm turn the bread, Ere through an opening flaming red The loaf he flings. They hear the good bread baking, while The chubby baker with a smile An old tune sings. Breathing the warmth into their soul, They squat around the red air-hole, As a breast warm. And when, for feasters' midnight bout, The ready bread is taken out, In a cake's form; And while beneath the blackened beams, Sings every crust of golden gleams, While the cricket brags, The hole breathes warmth into the night, And into them life and delight, Under their rags, And the urchins covered with hoar-frost, On billows of enchantment tossed Their little souls, Glue to the grate their little rosy Noses, singing through the cosy Glowing holes, But with low voices like a prayer, Bending down to the light down there, Where heaven gleams. --So eager that they burst their breeches, And in the winter wind that screeches Their linen streams. Read "Les Effarés"in original French + explication
Today's poem is in the public domain.
About this poem:
"Waifs and Strays" is a translation of Rimbaud's "Les Effarés." Arthur Rimbaud was born October 20, 1854. Today is his birthday.