What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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 RIMBAUDLife is the farce we are all forced to endure.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI shed more tears than God could ever have required.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMy wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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 RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDCome from forever, and you will go everywhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD