what he once told me and my reply

Departure

Seen enough. The vision met itself in every kind of air.
Had enough. Noises of cities in the evening, in the sunlight,and forever.
Known enough. The haltings of life. Oh! Noises and Visions!
Departure into new affection and sound.

Deserts of Love

This time, it is the Woman whom I saw in the city, to whom I have spoken and who speaks to me.
I was in a room without light. They came to tell me that she was there: and I saw her in my bed, all mine, without light: I was very moved, most of all because it was my parents' house: distress took hold of me! I was in rags, and she, a woman of the world, was giving herself to me; she would have to go away! ... I took her, and I let her fall from the bed, almost naked; and in my unspeakable weakness, I fell upon her and rolled with her among the rugs, without light! The family lamp reddened the adjoining rooms one by one. Then the woman disappeared. I shed more tears than God could ever have required....

I understood that she belonged to her everyday life; and that the turn of kindness would take longer to come again than a star. She has not returned, She will never return, She who gave herself to me in my home, -- something which I never would have presumed to ask. True, this time I wept more than all the children of the world.
Rimbaud