Sensation
"On blue summer evenings, I wander the paths,
stung by the wheat, trampling the soft grass,
Dreaming, I will feel its freshness at my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will think of nothing:
But infinite love will rise in my soul,
and I will go far, far away, like a gypsy,
through nature, happy as with a woman."
- Arthur Rimbaud