Elle est retrouvée! -Quoi? -l'Éternité. C'est la mer mêlée Au soleil. Je devins un opéra fabuleux : je vis que tous les êtres ont une fatalité de bo… - Arthur Rimbaud

Elle est retrouvée!
Quoi? -l'Éternité.
C'est la mer allée
Avec le soleil.

Elle est retrouvée Quoi ? – L’Eternité. C’est la mer allée Avec le soleil.

Elle est retrouvée,
Quoi ? — L'Éternité.
C'est la mer allée
Avec le soleil.

عندما يُختزل العالم إلى غابة سوداء وحيدة في أعيننا الأربع المندهشة، وإلى شاطئ لصغيرين وفيّين، وإلى منزل موسيقي لتجاوبنا الجليّ، فإنني سألقاك

À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.

(In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)

The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete: he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it! I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one — and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown! ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire!