I have seen archipelagos of stars! and islands

Whose delirious skies are open to sailor:

- Do you sleep, are you exiled in those bottomless nights,

Million golden birds, O Life Force of the future? -

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.

Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:

Sharp love has swollen me up with heady languors.

O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!

- Arthur Rimbaud -