i bought a used copy of the Louise Varése translation a few years ago. it’s been kicking around, never read, like a few other books of poetry. supposedly Jim Carroll is reminiscent of Rimbaud, but maybe it is his better known book A Season in Hell. this one seems so rich in allusions with a classical feel and a visionary nature.
the plus of buying used books is ﬁnding things like this makeshift bookmark. potentially this book has traveled much further than i have.