Quotes from Arthur Rimbaud

To arrive at the unknown through the disordering of all the senses, that's the point. The sufferings will be tremendous, but one must be strong, be born a poet: it is in no way my fault.

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

I have seen the low sun spotted with mystic horrors, Lighting up, with long violet clots, Resembling actors of very ancient dramas, The waves rolling far off their quivering of shutters!

Perpetua farsa! Mi inocencia podría hacerme llorar. La vida es la farsa en que participamos todos.

On highroads on winter nights, without roof, without clothes, without bread, a voice gripped my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: there you are, it's strength. You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter anywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse." In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

Acum,m? bucur de un frumos avantaj,acela c? pot s?-mi bat joc de vechile iubiri mincionase ÅŸi s? fac de ruÅŸine cuplurile acelea întemeiate pe minciun?--am v?zut iadul femeilor!încât îmi va fi îng?duit s? posed adev?rul într-un suflet ÅŸi într-un trup.

Am avut dreptate s? dispre?uiesc tot ce-am dispre?uit:cea mai bun? dovad? este c? evadez!

Mankind is King, And Man is God! But Love is the only faith...

Morala nu-i decât o sl?biciune a creierului.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

Yes, Man is sad beneath the echoing sky; he clothes himself, he is no longer chaste, he has soiled his splendid body, gift of the gods... Yes, even after death, in pallid skeletons he hopes to live, insulting the beauty he once owned!

It is wrong to say: I think. One should say: I am thought.

Ha sido encontrada. ¿Qué? La Eternidad. Es el mar aliado con el sol.

I might be the child abandoned on the wharf setting out for the high seas, or the farmhand, following the path whose top reaches the sky.

Le monde n'a pas d'âge. L'humanité se déplace, simplement. (The world has no age. Humanity simply changes place.)

Engoli uma notável poção de veneno - Três vezes seja bendita esta riquíssima ideia! - As entranhas ardem-me. A violência da peçonha galvaniza-me os membros, desfigura-me, atira-me por terra. Morro de sede, sufoco, não posso gritar. É o inferno, a pena capital. Vede como as chamas cobrem tudo! Ardo bastante bem.

What was I in the century past: I only find myself today. The vagabonds, the hazy wars are gone. The inferior race has swept over all - the People, as they put it, Reason; Nation and Science.

When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react? There'll be a Bacchic accolade When they will have shot their wads! My stomach will surely contract If my sad heart they degrade! When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?

Le monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.

I want to be a poet, and I am working to make myself a seer: you will not understand this, and I don't know how to explain it to you. It is a questioning of reaching the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. The sufferings are enormous, but one has to be strong, one has to be born a poet, and I know I am a poet.

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up. I armed myself against justice. I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure's been turned over to you! (Lines 1-5)

I wish to discover all secrets, the mysteries of religion, nature, death and birth, the future and the past, the formation of the universe, nonexistence. I am a teacher in creating the extraordinary. Listen!

I shall gash myself all over. I shall tattoo myself. I want to become as hideous as a Mongol. You'll see, I'll go screaming through the streets.