Thought I'd start out this community with a poem by Rimbaud:
A Sleeper in the Valley
A green hole where a river sings; Silver tatters tangling in the grass; Sun shining down from a proud mountain: A little valley bubbling with light.
A young soldier sleeps, lips apart, head bare, Neck bathing in cool blue watercress, Reclined in the grass beneath the clouds, Pale in his green bed showered with light.
He sleeps with his feet in the gladiolas. Smiling like a sick child, he naps: Nature, cradle him in warmth: he's cold.
Sweet scents don't tickle his nose; He sleeps in the sun, a hand on his motionless chest, Two red holes on his right side.