H, by Arthur Rimbaud
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translated by Paul Schmidt (1967)
The mirror of the movements of Hortense Images everything monstrous. Her solitude is erotic mechanics, Her lassitude the dynamics of love. Under the guard of her childhood, she has been For numerous ages and ages The fiery purge of the race. Her door is always open to suffering; there, Human mortality dissolves in her passion, or in her acts. The terrible shudder of hesitant love On bleeding ground, in a hydrogen glare! Seek out Hortense.
Poet X
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