One fine day, among a very gentle people, a superb man and woman cried out in the public square:
‘Friends, I want her to be queen!’
‘I want to be queen!’ She laughed and trembled.
He talked to his friends of revelation, of trials undergone.
They swooned against each other.
Indeed, they were kings the whole morning, while carmine hangings festooned the houses,
and all afternoon, as they advanced towards the gardens of palm-trees.Arthur Rimbaud (Royalty/ Illuminations IX: Royauté)