Rimbaud Wrote, “We are in the months of love”
No. Poets are the mouths of love. That kid
Was wrong from early on. He sent that line
To Théodore, who early saw the skid
This lice-filled fiend would slide down. Evil swine,
Archangel eyed, his lips snagged only one
Parnassian. Those irises that shone
With poetry, with poet’s mouth to stun,
Destroyed Verlaine. That blue imposed a groan
Inside his lungs beside that gouache-like heart,
Pastel long past the moment when he saw
Those eyes more blue than God’s. The seeping art
For decades then was made by beauty’s claw.
..de Banville had to stand aside. Disdain
Was weak. For Paul all else became profane.