Royalty, by Arthur Rimbaud

One fine morning, in a land of very gentle people, a superb man and woman shouted in the public square: "I want her to be queen!" "I want to be queen!" She laughed and trembled. He spoke to his friends of revelation, of ordeals terminated. They leaned on each other in ecstasy.

They were indeed sovereigns for a whole morning, while all the houses were adorned with crimson hangings, and for an entire afternoon, while they made their way toward the palm gardens. From Rimbaud: Illuminations and Other Prose Poems, translated by Louise Varese, Revised Edition

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