All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

Arthur Rimbaud

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

Arthur Rimbaud

silence inspirational night

I don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once they get that, love, beauty, everything else goes out the window. All they have left is cold disdain; that's what marriages live on nowadays. Sometimes I see women who ought to be happy, with whom I could have found companionship, already swallowed up by brutes with as much feeling as an old log.

Arthur Rimbaud

dream feelings love

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

Arthur Rimbaud

thousand dream

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

Arthur Rimbaud

forever

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

Arthur Rimbaud

total-eclipse unbearable-things unbearable

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

Arthur Rimbaud

summer blue wind

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

Arthur Rimbaud

farce life-is life

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

Arthur Rimbaud

creative memories lying

I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.

Arthur Rimbaud

strong suffering ideas

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Arthur Rimbaud

keys love knowledge

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

Arthur Rimbaud

kissing light sea

The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought

Arthur Rimbaud

color fire animal

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

Arthur Rimbaud

wine heart remember

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Arthur Rimbaud

sensitive youth time

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Arthur Rimbaud

eternity sea sun

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

Arthur Rimbaud

not-knowing pagan knowing

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

Arthur Rimbaud

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Arthur Rimbaud

nothingness

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 their quintessences.

Arthur Rimbaud

suffering trying long

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Arthur Rimbaud

dream heart running