The Mischievous Girl : Arthur Rimbaud

The Mischievous Girl

In the burnished dining room, that scent,
one of varnish, the other fruit, at ease
I picked at dinner, some unknown Belgian
thing, and in my immense chair I am amazed.

Happy and quiet before the clock while eating.
Then the kitchen door opened with a swoosh;
heat the servant girl came, I don’t know why,
her scarf askew, wearing a smart hairdo.

Then, while running her trembling finger
on her cheek, a velvet peach, rose and white,
with this she made her lips a childlike pout,

she stacked the plates beside me, for just a sec.
Then, as happensfor a kiss, of course
she whispered “Look here, I’ve caught a cold upon my cheek.”

by Arthur Rimbaud
tr by Remy Wilkins


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