my favorite poem


On a slope of gold,
In ropes of silk, gray gauze, green velvet and crystal disks
Blackening like bronze in the sun, ...
I watch digitalis unfold
Against a screen of silver filigree, of eyes, of hair.

Glittering on agate, a shower of gold, 
Mahogany pillars supporting an emerald dome, 
Bunched streamers of white satin,

And rubies subtly stemmed
Surrounded the water-rose.
Like a blue-eyed god in his silhouette of snow, 
To marble terraces the sea and sky
Invite a throng of roses, young and strong.

- Rimbaud

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