by Arthur Rimbaud
Chariots of copper and of silver--
Prows of silver and steel--
Thresh upon the foam,--
Upheavals the stumps and brambles.
The currents of the heath,
And the enormous ruts of the ebb,
Flow circularly toward the east,
Toward the pillars of the forest,--
Toward the boles of the jetty,
Against whose edge whirlwinds of light collide.
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