To a Reason
A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders.
You look away: the new love!
You look back,—the new love!
“Change our fates, shoot down the plagues, beginning with time,” the children sing to you. “Build wherever you can the substance of our fortunes and our wishes,” they beg you.
Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere.
Source: Poetry (April 2011).
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This poem originally appeared in the April 2011 issue of Poetry magazine
Poems by Arthur Rimbaud
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