A Dream for Winter

Arthur Rimbaud

In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage

 With blue cushions.

 We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait

 In each soft corner.

You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,

 The evening shadows pulling faces.

 Those snarling monsters, a population

 Of black devils and black wolves.

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...

 A little kiss, like a crazy spider,

 Will run round your neck...

And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head

 - And we'll take a long time to find that creature

 - Which travels a lot...