Richard Ansett

© Richard Ansett 2011/Isolyatsia Foundation for Cultural Initiatives

© Richard Ansett 2011/Isolyatsia Foundation for Cultural Initiatives

 

 

 

© Richard Ansett 2011/Isolyatsia Foundation for Cultural Initiatives

Boy with Head Injury © Richard Ansett 2011/ Izolyatsia Foundation for Cultural Initiatives

Le Dormeur du Val – Arthur Rimbaud

It’s a green hollow, where a river is singing

Crazily hanging on the grasses rags 
Of silver; where the sun, from the proud mountain,
 Is shinning: it’s a little valley bubbling with sunlight.

A young soldier, his mouth open, his head bare,
 And the nape of his neck bathing in cool blue watercress,
 Is sleeping; he is stretched out on the grass, under the skies,
 Pale in his green bed where the light falls like rain.

Feet in the gladiolas, he is sleeping. Smiling like
 A sick child would smile, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.

Fragrances do not make his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, hand on the breast,
 Peacefully. He has two red holes in his right side.