Arthur Rimbaud

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

Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

  • ''One evening I sat Beauty on my knees—And I found her bitter—And I reviled her.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, Jadis, si je me souviens bien (originally published 1874). This image was parodied by Salvador Dali in a diary entry (Aug. 1, 1953): "I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it." (The Diary of a Genius, 1966).
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  • ''I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, "Nuit de l'Enfer," (originally published 1874).
  • ''I invented the colors of the vowels!—A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green—I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, "Délires II: Alchimie du Verbe," (1874). Rimbaud had already expressed the notion of the vowels possessing particular colors in the poem "Voyelles," 1871.
  • ''What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, "Délires I," (originally published 1874).
  • ''Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
    ... L'éternité.''
    Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet. repr. In Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962). Une Saison en Enfer, "Delires II: Faim," (originally published 1874).

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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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Royalty

On a brilliant morning, in a city of lovely people,
A wonderful man and a wonderful woman
Were shouting out loud, in the middle of town:
'Oh, my friends... I wanter her to be queen! '
'I want to be a queen! '
She kept on laughing and trembling,
While he talked to his friends about revelations,
And tribulations at an end.
They laughed and they leaned close to one another.

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