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                             THE SLEEPER OF THE VALLEY 
                                              by Arthur Rimbaud

                         It is a green hollow where a river sings
                         Hanging wildly on the grass rags
                         Of silver; Where the sun from the proud mountain
                         Shines: It is a small valley which sparkles with light. 

                         A young soldier, his mouth open, his head bare, 
                         And the nape of his neck bathing in the cool blue watercress,
                         Sleeps; he lies in the grass, under the skies,
                         Pale on his bed of green where the light rains down. 

                         His feet in the gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling as
                         A sick child would smile, he is taking a nap:
                         Nature, cradle him warmly: he is cold. 

                         Fragrances do not make his nostrils quiver. 
                         He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast
                         At peace. He has two red holes in his right side. 
      			                                                   (Vivian Corbin)


                                LE  DORMEUR  DU  VAL
 
                         C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière 
                         Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons  
                         D'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière, 
                         Luit: c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons. 

                         Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
                         Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,  
                         Dort; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
                         Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.

                         Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
                         Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme:
                         Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.  

                         Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine;
                         Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur la poitrine
                         Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit. 


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