The Drunken Boat by Arthur Rimbaud, read by Ben Kelly

300 SUBSCRIBERS STRONG! :D Here’s another poetry reading, recommended to me by my English Literature-prodigy brother. This poem was definitely the most fun one to read thus far, and it allowed me to read the stanzas with a bit more zeal than the previous two! Hope you all enjoy and have a good week! Ben STANZAS: As I was going down impassive Rivers, I no longer felt myself guided by haulers: Yelping redskins had taken them as targets And had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews, The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottons When with my haulers this uproar stopped The Rivers let me go where I wanted. Into the furious lashing of the tides More heedless than children’s brains the other winter I ran! And loosened Peninsulas Have not undergone a more triumphant hubbub The storm blessed my sea vigils Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves That are called eternal rollers of victims,