`Aphinar, ‘Aphinar...

Lonely name in the dreamer’s eyes

Vague as half-forgiven memory


His sheet   a sail

And from the window pane

Autumn’s bleak flame


In the last grip

Regret dissolves

Leaving a trail

of dazed oblivion


Surrender is a fact

A fear no more

   In the empty antechamber

of his dissolving core



Steal his last gaze!

And like the Egyptian boat

Return him to his endless Summer

At last

And to her silent Weaver.


Aphinar was the ship, that,

in Rimbaud’s testament, was meant to take him back home, to Africa.