Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

But no one leaves. - Let us set out once more on our native roads, burdened with my vice, that vice that since the age of reason has driven roots of suffering into my side - that towers to heaven, beats me, hurls me down, drags me on.

Ultimate innocence, final timidity. All's said. Carry no more my loathing and treacheries before the world.

Come on! Marching, burdens, the desert, boredom and anger.

Hire myself to whom? What beasts adore? What sacred images destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lie maintain? - Through what blood wade?

Better to keep away from justice. - A hard life, outright stupor, - with a dried-out fist to lift the coffin lid, lie down, and suffocate. No old age this way, no danger: terror is very un-French.

- Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.

Oh my self-denial, my marvelous Charity! my Selfless love! And still here below!

De Profundis Domine, what an ass I am!

J'ai vu le soleil bas, taché d'horreurs mystiques,
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils à des acteurs de drames très-antiques.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

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

"On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak,
I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul;
And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,
through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

"Sensation

I have seen starry archipelagoes! and islands
Whose raving skies are opened to the voyager:
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile,
A million golden birds, O future Vigor?

Ciel ! Amour ! Liberté ! Quel rêve, ô pauvre Folle!
Tu te fondais à lui comme une neige au feu

الحياة تزدهر بالعمل، حقيقة قديمة: أنا، ليست حياتي ثقيلة بما فيه الكفاية، إنها تحلّق وتطفو بعيدا فوق الفِعل، هذه النقطة العزيزة من العالم

أدركتُ أنها كانت منهمكة في حياتها اليومية؛ وأن التفاتةَ الطيبةِ ستكون أبطأ في المعاوَدة من نجمة. لم تعدْ، ولن تعودَ أبداً

Il faut être absolument moderne.

J'ai vu des archipels sidéraux! et des îles
Dont les cieux délirants sont ouverts au vogueur:
Est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles,
Million d'oiseaux d'or, ô future Vigueur ?

أفلحتُ في أن أُزيل عن فكري كلَّ رجاءٍ إنسانيّ

And this is what we call life! − If damnation truly is eternal! Isn’t the man who tries to mutilate himselfdamned then? I think I am in hell, therefore I am. It’s the fault of the catechism. I’m a slave to my baptism.

La vraie vie est absente. Nous ne sommes pas au monde.