One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOne evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIdle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDGenius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDFaith assuages, guides, restores.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD