Arthur Rimbaud

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

— Arthur Rimbaud

You will always be a hyena.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Priests, professors, masters, you are wrong to turn me over to Justice. I have never belonged to this people. I have never…

— Arthur Rimbaud

What am I doing here?

— Arthur Rimbaud

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

— Arthur Rimbaud

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Against snow, a tall Beautiful Being. Whistlings of death and circles of muffled music make this adored body rise, swell and tremble…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Evening prayer I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs, My…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a…

— Arthur Rimbaud

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Oh! science! It has reconsidered everything. For thebody and the soul − the viaticum − we now have medicineand philosophy, old wives’…

— Arthur Rimbaud

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

— Arthur Rimbaud

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Misfortune was my god.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of…

— Arthur Rimbaud

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“They find me odd, and whisper behind hands…And my brutal desires sink hooks into their lips…”

— Arthur Rimbaud

“In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see…

— Arthur Rimbaud

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

— Arthur Rimbaud

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Far from birds, from flocks and village girls, What did I drink, on my knees in the heather Surrounded by a sweet…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage With cushions of blue. We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits…

— Arthur Rimbaud

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

— Arthur Rimbaud

“O may it come, the time of love, The time we'd be enamoured of. - Song of the Highest Tower ”

— Arthur Rimbaud