Arthur Rimbaud

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

Arthur Rimbaud Poems

81. Brussels 4/3/2010
82. Venus Anadyomene 4/3/2010
83. Jeanne-Marie's Hands 4/3/2010
84. Time Without End 4/3/2010
85. The Parisian Orgy 4/3/2010
86. Sentences (Phrases) 4/3/2010
87. Conclusion 4/3/2010
88. Nina's Reply (Les Reparties De Nina) 4/3/2010
89. Faun's Head 4/3/2010
90. Bottom 4/3/2010
91. At The Green Inn, Five In The Evening (Au Cabaret-Vert, Cinq Heures Du Soir) 4/3/2010
92. The Song Of The Highest Tower 4/3/2010
93. My Bohemian Existence 4/3/2010
94. Hunger 4/3/2010
95. Cities Vagabonds 4/3/2010
96. Childhood 4/3/2010
97. City 4/3/2010
98. Blackcurrant River 4/3/2010
99. Romance 4/3/2010
100. Side Show 4/3/2010
101. Flowers 4/3/2010
102. Biography 1/30/2006
103. Movement 1/30/2006
104. Antique 4/3/2010
105. First Evening (Première Soirée) 4/3/2010
106. Lines, An Excerpt From 1/30/2006
107. The Seven Year Old Poet 1/30/2006
108. Stolen Heart 1/30/2006
109. Royalty 1/30/2006
110. After The Flood 4/3/2010
111. Dance Of The Hanged Men 4/3/2010
112. Eternity 4/3/2010
113. Evil 1/30/2006
114. Ophelia 4/3/2010
115. The Drunken Boat 4/3/2010
116. Anguish 4/3/2010
117. Being Beauteous 1/30/2006
118. Departure 1/30/2006
119. Sensation 1/30/2006
120. Dawn 1/30/2006
Best Poem of Arthur Rimbaud

Novel

I.

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;
The wind brings sounds--the town is near--
And carries scents of vineyards and beer. . .

II.

--Over there, framed by a branch
You can see a little patch of dark blue
Stung by a sinister star that fades
With faint quiverings, so small and white. . ...

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Drunken Morning

Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
For the first time, hurrah for the unheard-of work,
For the marvelous body! For the first time!
It began with the laughter of children, and there it will end.
This poison will stay in our veins even when, as the fanfares depart,
We return to our former disharmony.
Oh, now, we who are so worthy of these tortures!

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