And from then on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, infused with stars and lactescent, Devouring the green azure where, like a pale elated Piece of flo… - Arthur Rimbaud

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem
of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,
devouring green azures

I have bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea...
Devouring the green azures.

Je dis qu'il faut être voyant, se faire voyant. Le poète se fait voyant par un long, immense et raisonné dérèglement de tous les sens.

My turn now. The story of one of my insanities.

For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes — and I thought the great figures of modern painting and poetry were laughable.

What I liked were: absurd paintings, pictures over doorways, stage sets, carnival backdrops, billboards, bright-colored prints, old-fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books full of misspellings, the kind of novels our grandmothers read, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, silly old songs, the naive rhythms of country rimes.

I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic.

I invented colors for the vowels! A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. I made rules for the form and movement of every consonant, and I boasted of inventing, with rhythms from within me, a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. And I alone would be its translator.

I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

كنت أصرفُ إلى الشيطان أكاليل الشهداء وإشعاعات الفن وخيلاء المخترعين وحميّة النهّابين؛ كنت أعود إلى الشرق، إلى الحكمة البادئة السرمديّة