"Feet in the gladioli, he sleeps. Smiling like a sick child would smile, sleep: Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold. Perfumes don't make his nostrils flutter. He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his chest calm. It has two red holes on the right side." Though Rimbaud only wrote for a short time, his work contributed to modern poetry as we know it today. It was an honor to illustrate the cover for this beautiful collection of poetry of Rimbaud, curated by Giuseppe Conte.