...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care. Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes From Arthur Rimbaud Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy! Arthur Rimbaud ecstasynakedwatches What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world. Arthur Rimbaud elsewherelifeworld But the problem is to make the soul into a monster Arthur Rimbaud problemsoulmonsters Life is the farce we are all forced to endure. Arthur Rimbaud farceendurelife-is And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down. Arthur Rimbaud starsdreammen What am I doing here? Arthur Rimbaud inspiring-traveljourneytravel I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow. Arthur Rimbaud possessingsideshowskeys ...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets. Arthur Rimbaud sillyrunningchildren -But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep. Arthur Rimbaud mind I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul. Arthur Rimbaud humanssoulfound . . . be absolute moderne. Arthur Rimbaud absolutes I shed more tears than God could ever have required. Arthur Rimbaud shedtears Morality is the weakness of the mind. Arthur Rimbaud moralityweaknessmind 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 colorwhiteblue I'm intact, and I don't give a damn. Arthur Rimbaud dont-give-a-damndamngiving O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God. Arthur Rimbaud hatefearblood Unhappiness was my god. Arthur Rimbaud unhappiness It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo. Arthur Rimbaud silenceresearchnight I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own. Arthur Rimbaud slavebaptismparent In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. Arthur Rimbaud mourningdresseschildren
