I live my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair,
A big fluted beer mug in my hand, neck and hypogastrus
Arched, a cheap Gambier pipe between my teeth,
And the air above me swollen with sails of smoke.
Like steaming droppings in an old dovecote
A thousand Dreams within me gently burn:
And at times my sad heart is like sapwood
Bleeding dark yellow gold where a branch is torn.
Then, when I've methodically drowned my dreams
With thirty or forty beers, I pill myself together
And release my bitter need:
Sweet as the Lord of Hyssop and Cedar,
I piss into the brown sky, far and wide,
Heliotropes blessing me below.
Evening Prayer was written by Arthur Rimbaud.
Arthur Rimbaud released Evening Prayer on Mon Jan 01 1872.