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BIRDS IN THE Night, a poem of Verlaine and Rimbaud Cernuda on

BIRDS IN THE NIGHT

The French government, or was the British government?, Put a stone in the house
8 Great College Street, Camden Town, London,

in a room Where Rimbaud and Verlaine, odd couple,

lived, drank, worked, committed,

For a few short weeks storm.

The opening ceremony was attended by ambassador and mayor certainly,

All those who were enemies of Verlaine and Rimbaud when they lived.

The house is sad and poor, as the neighborhood,

With sordid sadness that goes with it is poor,

No funeral sadness that is rich without spirit.

When evening falls, as in their time,

on your sidewalk, the air damp and gray, a

organ sounds, and neighbors back from work,
dance around, the young, the other go to the pub. Short

unique friendship was the drunken Verlaine and Rimbaud
the Gulf, quarreling long.
But we think that perhaps a good moment for both
There, at least if he remembered each

mother who left the unbearable and boring wife.

But freedom is not of this world, and freedmen,

Breaking with all they had to pay a high price.

Yes, they were there, the tombstone says, behind the wall,
prisoners of their fate, friendship impossible

bitterness of separation, the scandal of course, and for this

The process, imprisonment for two years, thanks to their customs and law
That condemn society, today at least, for him alone

err from one corner to another land,
Fleeing to our world and their progress renamed.

The silence of a loquacious and other banal
be compensated. Rimbaud rejected the hand that oppressed

His life Verlaine kisses, accepting his punishment.

One drag on the belt that has won gold, the other

I wasted on absinthe and sluts. But both

always questioned by the authorities, people

With work and triumphs of others is enhanced.

then to black prostitute had a right to insult;
Today, as time has passed, as happens in the world, outside life

all, sodomy, drunkenness, verses mocked,

no importance to them, and France uses both names and both

works for the greater glory of France and his art software.
His actions and steps are investigated, giving the public

intimate details of their lives. No one is scared now, not protest.
"Verlaine? Go, my friend, a satyr, a satyr true.
When it comes to women, it was normal man,
Like you and me." Rimbaud? Sincere Catholic, as is shown. "

And recite chunks of "Drunken Boat" and the sonnet to the "Members". Mas de Verlaine
not recite anything, because it is fashionable
As the other, the texts are released deluxe edition false;
poets of all countries boys talk a lot about it in their provinces.

Do you hear what the living dead then tell them? I wish none

hear: it must be a relief interminable silence

For those who lived and died with the word for it,

As Rimbaud and Verlaine. But silence does not stop there

complimentary Here disgusting farce. Ever wanted one

That humanity had a single head, so cut it off. Perhaps

exaggerated: if it was just a cockroach, and crush it.