“The poet makes himself a seer through a long, tremendous, planned detachment of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he himself seeks and in himself exhausts all poisons, so as to keep only the… — Arthur Rimbauld 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 suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
