Thursday, November 04, 2010
From Rimbaud
He would say,'How funny it will all seem, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away someday, far away...' And in an instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.
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This is a beautiful and fearful premonition of the future that all lovers have when happiness is attained. The sense of unassuageable loneliness reminds me of lines by Philip Larkin..
"Hearing this last word/ There was no lambing-night/ No gale-driven bird/ Nor frost-encircled root/ As cold as my heart."
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