What is the title of this poem?

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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.
 
A quick google search came up with the title "Farewell". The poet is Rimbaud, as far as I can see.

Farewell

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Autumn already! - But why regret the everlasting sun, if we are sworn to a search for divine brightness, - far from those who die as seasons turn.

Autumn. Our boat, risen out of a hanging fog, turns toward poverty's harbor, the monstrous city, its sky stained with fire and mud. Ah! Those stinking rags, bread soaked with rain, drunkenness, and the thousands of loves who nailed me to the cross! Will there never, ever be an end to that ghoulish queen of a million dead souls and bodies and who will all be judged! I can see myself again, my skin corroded by dirt and disease, hair and armpits crawling with worms, and worms still larger crawling in my heart, stretched out among ageless, heartless, unknown figures... I could easily have died there... What a horrible memory! I detest poverty.
 
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