Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTo whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYou feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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 RIMBAUDMy wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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 RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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 RIMBAUD