It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOne evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWeakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDGenius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD