Harsh but sad delicate mouth
Nested oval chin
Scowling downturned lips
And slanted Cupid’s bow,
Beneath a fiery gaze like portraits we know.
A mirror image of that ‘dear, great soul’ -
The visionary young seer: Arthur Rimbaud.

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