Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

Un soir, j'ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux. - Et je l'ai trouvée amère. - Et je l'ai injuriée.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am

Against snow, a tall Beautiful Being. Whistlings of death and circles of muffled music make this adored body rise, swell and tremble like a ghost; scarlet and black wounds open in the magnificent flesh.

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

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

You must set yourself free
From the striving of Man
And the applause of the World
You must fly as you can...

- No hope forever
No orietur.
Science and patience,
The torment is sure.

The fire within you,
Soft silken embers,
Is our whole duty
But no one remembers.

It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.

La vieillerie poétique avait une bonne part dans mon alchimie du verbe.

The 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.

Plus léger qu'un bouchon j'ai dansé sur les flots.

الدرس الأول لمن يريد أن يكون شاعرا هو المعرفة الكاملة لنفسه؛ يبحث عن روحه، يفتش عنها، يراودها، يتعلّمها. ومتى عرفها، كان عليه أن يثقّفها

Oisive jeunesse
À tout asservie,
Par délicatesse
J'ai perdu ma vie.

Oh! science! It has reconsidered everything. For thebody and the soul − the viaticum − we now have medicineand philosophy, old wives’ remedies and rearranged popular songs. And the diversions of princes and games they forbade! Geography, cosmography, mechanics, chemistry . . . Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world marches on! Why would it cease to turn? It is the vision of numbers. We are moving towards Spirit. What I say is certain, oracular. I understand, but not knowing how to explain myself without using pagan words, I prefer to hold my tongue.

My tavern was the Big Bear.
My stars in the sky rustled softly.

Madame X set up a piano in the Alps.

C'était comme une nuit d'hiver, avec une neige pour étouffer le monde décidément.