But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYou feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDCome from forever, and you will go everywhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMorality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD