fête d'hiver

The waterfall resounds behind the comic opera to drown out her echoes.
The candelabra continues— with her several arms of Shiva—glaring into

The neighboring orchards and broken paths of the labyrinth
With the leafy blue-greens and molten reds of the sunset.

The leprechauns and spirits of Horace
Who delivered the First Empire by head-dress,–

Siberia’s dancers, all crossing out the thread-
work of Russia & into a painting by Boucher.
 

[from *Three Persons: Illuminations after Arthur Rimbaud]