Author Arthur Rimbaud The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears, The world has rolled white from your back, Your thighs: The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts, And Man had bled black at your sovereign side. Tags Short Poems 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