Album Zutique
The Accursed Cherub

Bluish roofs and white doors
As on nocturnal Sundays,

At the town's end, the road without
Sound is white, and it is night.

The street has strange houses
With shutters of angels.

But look how he runs towards a
Boundary-stone, evil and shivering,

A dark cherub who staggers,
Having eaten too many jujubes.

He does a cack: then disappears:
But his cursed cack appears,

Under the holy empty moon,
A slight cesspool of dirty blood!

Louis Ratisbonne.


- As translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)

French version