Quotes from Arthur Rimbaud

Le poète est vraiment voleur de feu.

Priests, professors, masters, you are wrong to turn me over to Justice. I have never belonged to this people. I have never been Christian. I am of the race that sang under torture. I do not understand your laws. I have no moral sense, I am a brute.

Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am a beast, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are sham niggers, you, maniacs, fiends, misers. Merchant, you are a nigger; Judge, you are a nigger; General, you are a nigger; Emperor, old itch, you are a nigger: you have drank of the untaxed liquor of Satan's still.

The flowering sweetness of the stars

The white men are landing. Cannons! Now we must be baptized, get dressed, and go to work. My heart has been stabbed by grace. Ah! I hadn't thought this would happen!

Delivered to oblivion...growing and flowering with incense and weeds to the sullen whine of nasty flies... I loved deserts, burnt out orchards, faded boutiques...I dragged myself down stinking alleyways... General, if there's an old cannon left, aim for the glass of splendid shops, into the living rooms...make the city eat its own dust.

Those fine september nights, when the dew dropped On my face and I licked it to get drunk.

I am not a prisoner of my reason. - Bad Blood

Ho teso corde da campanile a campanile; ghirlande da finestra a finestra; catene d'oro da stella a stella, e danzo.

The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.

cement in bold relief,—far underground. I lean my elbows on the table, and the lamp lights brightly the newspapers I am fool enough to re-read, and the absurd books.

Estendi cordas de campanário a campanário; guirlandas de janela a janela; correntes de ouro de estrela a estrela, e danço.

I have withered within me all human hope. With every silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer.

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.

The Poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.

Kesän sinisinä iltoina kulkisin polkuja, vehnän raapimana, tallaisin hentoa ruohoa; mietteissäni tuntisin tuoreuden jaloissani. Antaisin tuulen huuhtoa hiuksiani. En puhuisi, en ajattelisi mitään: mutta loputon rakkaus kohoaisi sydämeeni, ja menisin kauas, kovin kauas niinkuin mustalainen, luontoon - onnellisena, kuin naisen kanssa.

You break From earthly approval And common urges: Then soar, accordingly

I will never possess my hand.

O great Ariadne who pour out your tears On the shore, as you see, out there on the waves, The sail of Theseus flying white under the sun, O sweet virgin child whom a night has broken, Be silent! -Sun and Flesh (Credo in Unam)

La început a fost un anumit studiu.AÅŸterneam pe hârtie t?ceri,nopÅ£i,notam inexprimabilul.Fixam vârtejuri.

I saw that all living things were doomed, to bliss: that's not living; it's just a way to waste what we have, a drain.

Your strawberry-raspberry taste, your flowery flesh

Magical flowers were humming. The turf slopes cradled *him.* Beasts of a fabulous elegance were circulating. Storm clouds were piling up on the rising sea made of an eternity of hot tears.