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“I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets ; 

My overcoat too was becoming ideal ;

I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal ;

Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of !

My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.

– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.

My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.

– My stars in the sky rustled softly.

And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides

On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops

Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine ; 

And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,

I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics 

Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart ! ”

-Arthur Rimbaud