Dream in Wintertime

By Arthur Rimbaud

All winter we’ll wander in a red wagon
With cushions of blue
Nice and warm. With a nest of creepy kisses
Just for us two.

You shut your eyes and won’t look out the window
Where shadows lurk:
Hordes of black wolves and black demons and
nightmares
Inhabit the dark.

And then in panic suddenly you feel
A little kiss, like a scared spider, crawl
Across your cheek…

You turn to me to help you find the beast,
And of course I promise to do my best,
If it takes all week…