Arthur Rimbaud

(20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891 / Charleville, Ardennes)

Arthur Rimbaud Poems

1. Le Châtiment De Tartufe 4/3/2010
2. The Famous Victory Of Saarbrucken 4/3/2010
3. The Old Guard 4/3/2010
4. Tartufe's Punishment 4/3/2010
5. The Accursed Cherub 4/3/2010
6. Squattings 4/3/2010
7. Stages (Scenes) 4/3/2010
8. Les Effarés 4/3/2010
9. Lips Shut. Seen In Rome 4/3/2010
10. May Banners 4/3/2010
11. Stupra Ii 4/3/2010
12. Working People 4/3/2010
13. The Transfixed 4/3/2010
14. Vigils 4/3/2010
15. State Of Siege 4/3/2010
16. The Customs Men 4/3/2010
17. The Parents 4/3/2010
18. Lives 4/3/2010
19. Lilies 4/3/2010
20. Historic Evening 4/3/2010
21. The Cupboard 4/3/2010
22. The Sideboard 4/3/2010
23. Tear 4/3/2010
24. Promontory 4/3/2010
25. The Ancient Beasts 4/3/2010
26. The Sun Has Wept Rose 4/3/2010
27. The Sly One 4/3/2010
28. Winter Festival 4/3/2010
29. Morts De Quatre-Vingt-Douze (Dead Of '92) 4/3/2010
30. First Communions 4/3/2010
31. Genie 4/3/2010
32. Clearance Sale 4/3/2010
33. What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers 4/3/2010
34. The Sisters Of Charity 4/3/2010
35. Ruts 4/3/2010
36. Side Show 4/3/2010
37. Song Of The Highest Tower 4/3/2010
38. The Seekers Of Lice 4/3/2010
39. Young Greedyguts 4/3/2010
40. Common Nocturne 4/3/2010
Best Poem of Arthur Rimbaud

Asleep In The Valley

A small green valley where a slow stream flows
And leaves long strands of silver on the bright
Grass; from the mountaintop stream the Sun's
Rays; they fill the hollow full of light.

A soldier, very young, lies open-mouthed,
A pillow made of fern beneath his head,
Asleep; stretched in the heavy undergrowth,
Pale in his warm, green, sun-soaked bed.

His feet among the flowers, he sleeps. His smile
Is like an infant's - gentle, without guile.
Ah, Nature, keep him warm; he may catch cold.

The humming insects don't disturb his rest;
He sleeps in ...

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No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
--You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;

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