They Still Write To Him!
T Tom Billsborough
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In a little post-box
Letters await Rimbaud,
Poet of Ardennes
Who died so long ago.
Only in his verses,
Will he arise again
Where blue air washes flowers
Beyond his window-sill.
And does he listen still
To those two loving sisters
Whose lashes darkly fluttered
Below the scented silence,
His trance engendered
By their smell of rosy honey
As, poised above his head,
With skilful silver fingers
They cracked the lice
Within his hair
As he lay in his bed.
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