SUGGESTED BY THE PROSE OF ARTHUR RIMBAUD “ENFANCE”

                    Parentless, without court, and nobler far
                        In every land than gods in fables are,
                        Has azure and verdure insolently fair
                        For kingdom stretching forth till waves which bear
                        No vessels, breaking, name its shores by fame’s
                        Ferociously Greek, Slav, or Celtic names.
                        In forest-borders—dream’s own blossoms there
                        Like bells chime softly till they, opening, shine—
                        Is the girl, orange-lipped ; her knees she yields
                        Doubled to clear floods welling o’er the fields,
                        Nakedness shadowed, flecked, and clothed in fine
                        By rainbow-bands, the flora, and the sea,—
                        Such insolence and such immensity.