H, by Arthur Rimbaud

Master Page, "H" translations

All the forms of monstrosity violate the atrocious gestures of Hortense. Her solitude is erotic mechanics; her weariness is the dynamics of love. Under the guardianship of childhood, she has been, at many periods of time, the passionate hygiene of races. Her door is open to poverty. There the morals of real beings disembody in her passion or her action. Oh terrible thrill of new loves on the blood covered ground and in the white hydrogen! Find Hortense. 

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