Frans de Geetere ~ illustration for The Stupra 1925
The ancient beasts...
The ancient beasts bred even on the run,
Theirs glans encrusted with blood and excrement.
Our forfathers displayed theirs members proudly
By the fold of the sheath and the grain of the scrotum.
In the middle ages, for a female, angel or sow,
A fellow whose gear was substantial was needed;
Even a Kléber, judging by his breeches which exagerate
Perhaps a little, can't have lacked resources.
Besides, man is equal to the proudest mammal;
We are wrong to be surprised at the hugeness of their members;
But a sterile hour has struck: the gelding
And the ox have bridled their ardours, and no one
Will dare again to raise his genital pride
In the copses teeming with comical children.
Arthur Rimbaud ~ The Stupra 1925
