Arthur Rimbaud

Romanticism has never been

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics! Arthur Rimbaud

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal–just … Read more

All day long he

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother. Arthur Rimbaud

I invented the colors

I invented the colors of the vowels!–A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green–I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses. Arthur Rimbaud

In the great glasshouses

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. Arthur Rimbaud

As I descended into

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen. Arthur Rimbaud

Unhappiness was my god.

Unhappiness was my god. Arthur Rimbaud

I’m intact, and I

I’m intact, and I don’t give a damn. Arthur Rimbaud

Misfortune was my god.

Misfortune was my god. Arthur Rimbaud

O witches, O misery,

O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God. Arthur … Read more