Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI shed more tears than God could ever have required.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDNow I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMorality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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 went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD