A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMorality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD