In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
In a railway carriage, October 7, 70
- As translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)
- The title should be translated as "Dreamed For Winter"