What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“O may it come, the time of love, The time we'd be enamoured of. - Song of the Highest Tower ” — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
One single true word: it is, COME BACK. I want to be with you, I love you. If you listen to this… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
There is a woman who spent her life loving that evil creature: she died. I'm sure she's a saint in heaven right… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear.… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
I don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Quick! Aren’t there other ways of living?− To sleep in the midst of wealth is impossible. Wealth has always been public property.… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Far from birds, from flocks and village girls, What did I drink, on my knees in the heather Surrounded by a sweet… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“My turn now. The story of one of my insanities. For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes--… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“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… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“I On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily; Floats very slowly, lying in her… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
