4th
An Uexpected Visitor
Who is that waiting by my door?
Monsieur Rimbaud
Zut Alore!
Where could he have come from
Why is here
Just to pass the time per chance
To give me guidance that I lack
On the road like Mr. Jack
Or perchance to rest from travels long
Inspire my with poem and song
He comes fresh from the Paris Café
He thought he’d just pass my way
And give me regards from one
Long gone
One whose silence has become her song
Words live on
Rimbaud said
Alive or passing or stone dead
You eternity is in your pen
Write what you will but write with care
That is how you will be remembered despised or loved
Then Rimbaud turned and walked away
Doomed to go, but never stay
I will miss him when he goes,
Save for the lines of prose
The gentle leaves I turn
In a book he left by my steps
Mr. Rimbaud’s book left with care
Rimbaud’s book upon my stair
