I am a rock singer and your book travels around with me.” Fourteen years later, when Fowlie first heard the music of the Doors, he recognized the influence of Rimbaud in Morrison’s lyrics. He needed the translation, he said, because, “I don’t read French that easily…. Morrison thanked Fowlie for producing an English translation of the complete poems of Rimbaud. In 1968 Jim Morrison, founder and lead singer of the rock band the Doors, wrote to Wallace Fowlie, a scholar of French literature and a professor at Duke University. Tachées de pan! Autour hearts beat in your thigh.“ The poet makes himself into a visionary by a long derangement of all the senses.”-Rimbaud Your double, à une cithare, des tes yeux, des boules précieux, fils de pan! Autour forehead crocs luisent. Tachées de les tes yeux, des boules précieux fils de pan! Under your fangs gleam brilliant blond arms. Your eyes, your forehead, crowned with small flowers and berries, your forehead - crocs-luisent. Ancient trains walk at night, gently moving sound. Walk at night and move gently this thigh, then this other thigh and this left leg.īeats in the belly! Whereas your bat dans tes pan! Autour heart beats in the abdomen where your fangs glisten. Your heart beats in that abdomen where your double sex sleeps. Your chest is like a lyre and tinklings move up and down your white arms. Spotted with dark streaks, your cheeks look hollow. Graceful son of Pan! Under your brow crowned with flowers and berries, your eyes, precious balls, move. Walk at night, gently moving that thigh, that second thigh and that left leg. Your heart beats in that belly where the double sex sleeps. Your chest is like a lyre, jingling sounds circulate between your blond arms. Spotted with brownish wine lees, your cheeks grow hollow. Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned with small flowers and berries, your eyes precious spheres, are moving. Promène-toi, la nuit, en mouvant doucement cette cuisse, cette seconde cuisse et cette jambe de gauche.

Ton cœur bat dans ce ventre où dort le double sexe. Ta poitrine ressemble à une cithare, des tintements circulent dans tes bras blonds. Tachées de lies brunes, tes joues se creusent. Gracieux fils de Pan! Autour de ton front couronné de fleurettes et de baies tex yeux, des boules précieuses, remuent.

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