Arthur Rimbaud

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

Quotations

  • ''The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. Letter, May 15, 1871. Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962).
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  • ''I is another.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. Letter, May 13, 1871. Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962).
  • ''I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an ennervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). "Délires II: Alchimie du Verbe," Une Saison en Enfer (1874).
  • ''But, truly, I have wept too much! The dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Le Bateau Ivre (written 1871).
  • ''Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. "Mauvais Sang," Une Saison en Enfer (1874).
  • ''Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. "Mauvais Sang," Une Saison en Enfer (1874).
  • ''I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). "Nuit de l'Enfer," Une Saison en Enfer (1874).
  • ''When you are seventeen you aren't really serious.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Roman, sect. 1.
  • ''The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. "Soleil et Chair," sct. 1, Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962).
  • ''Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. Song of the Highest Tower, Collected Poems (written 1872), ed. Oliver Bernard (1962).

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LINES, an excerpt from

When the world comes down to this one dark wood
Before our four astonished eyes...
To a beach for two faithful children...
To a house of music, for our clear accord...
I will find you.
Let there be no one here below but one old man,
Beautiful and calm, surrounded with 'unimagined luxury'...
I will be at your feet.
Let me penetrate all of your memories...

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