C
Cerrigdwen
Guest
I remember hearing this poem when I was a child but I can't remember what it's called. I was able to find some lines of it but no title. Here are those lines:
Ah, the putrid rags, the rain-soaked bread, drunkenness, the
thousand loves that have crucified me! Will she never have done,
then, that ghoul queen of a million dead ... bodies.... I see myself
again, skin rotten with mud and pest, worms in my armpits and in
my hair....
I think the poet is Rimbaud but I'm not entirely sure.
Ah, the putrid rags, the rain-soaked bread, drunkenness, the
thousand loves that have crucified me! Will she never have done,
then, that ghoul queen of a million dead ... bodies.... I see myself
again, skin rotten with mud and pest, worms in my armpits and in
my hair....
I think the poet is Rimbaud but I'm not entirely sure.