One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. — And I found her bitter. — And I reviled her. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell: Prologue. Originally published in 1873 by French writer Arthur Rimbaud. It is the only work that was published by Rimbaud himself.
Eternity It has been found again. What? – Eternity. It is the sea fled away With the sun. Sentinel soul, Let us whisper the confession Of the night full of nothingness And the day on fire. From humain approbation, From common urges You diverge here And fly off as you may. Since from you alone,… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
I am the soul in agony. This passion is mine. — Arthur Rimbaud, from “The Savior Bumped Upon His Heavy Butt,” Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works. (HarperCollins; 1st edition, March 1, 1975)
…I work my poetry up over my heart, and I hold it tight, and dream… — Arthur Rimbaud, Selected Poems & Letters. (enguin Classics, February 22, 2005)
He would say, “How funny it will all seem, all you’ve gone through, when I’m not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away…” And in that instant I… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
A Winter Dream In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriageWith cushions of blue.We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waitsIn each corner too. You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,Grimacing shadows of evening,Those snarling monsters, a crowd going pastOf black wolves and black demons. Then you’ll feel your cheek… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure. ― Arthur Rimbaud, Une saison en enfer; Illuminations; et autres texts/ A Season in Hell & Illuminations. Translated by Wyatt Mason. (Modern Library, August 9, 2005) Originally published 1873.
And then It’s just too beautiful. Don’t say a word. –A boulevard without traffic or trade, Every drama muted, every comedy stilled, An infinite collection of scenes. I know you, and stare at you in silence. —Arthur Rimbaud, Rimbaud Complete, Volume 1. (Modern Library; Reprint edition, January 14, 2003)
I’m degrading myself as much as possible now. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working to turn myself into a seer; you don’t understand it at all and I don’t know how to explain it. It’s all a matter of arriving at the unknown via the derangement of all the senses …… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
My heart has been stabbed by grace. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season In Hell. (Bulfinch; Reprint edition February 1, 1998) Originally published 1873.