An excerpt from LINES
by Arthur Rimbaud

When the world comes down to this one dark wood
Before our four astonished eyes...
To a beach for two faithful children...
To a house of music, for our clear accord...
I will find you.
Let there be no one here below but one old man,
Beautiful and calm, surrounded with "unimagined luxury"...
I will be at your feet.
Let me penetrate all of your memories...
Let me be that woman who can bind you hand and foot...
I will strangle you.
When we are very strong -- who can hold us back?
And very gay -- how can ridicule harm us?
When we are very bad -- what can they do to us?
Dress yourself up,
And dance,
And laugh.
I could never throw Love out the window.