Author Arthur Rimbaud Everything seen... The vision gleams in every air. Everything had... The far sound of cities, in the evening, In sunlight, and always. Everything known... O Tumult! O Visions! These are the stops of life. Departure in affection, and shining sounds. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments