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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea — Arthur Rimbaud

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

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. — Arthur Rimbaud

We can translate word and letter into color - [Arthur] Rimbaud stated that in his color vowels, words quote "words" can be read in silent color. — William S. Burroughs

The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down. — Arthur Rimbaud

The world progresses! Why shouldn't it turn as well? — Arthur Rimbaud

These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all. — Arthur Rimbaud

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am. - Arthur Rimbaud — Cassandra Clare

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure. — Arthur Rimbaud

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life ... — Arthur Rimbaud

Pagan blood returns! — Arthur Rimbaud

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. — Arthur Rimbaud

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I'd rather remain silent — Arthur Rimbaud

All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars. — Patti Smith

Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty? — Arthur Rimbaud

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity. — Arthur Rimbaud

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge. — Arthur Rimbaud

I shed more tears than God could ever have required. — Arthur Rimbaud

The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself. — Arthur Rimbaud

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn — Arthur Rimbaud

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ? — Arthur Rimbaud

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death! — Arthur Rimbaud

While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds. — Arthur Rimbaud

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life. — Arthur Rimbaud

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform. — Arthur Rimbaud

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable. — Arthur Rimbaud

turn your face towards the lances of rain, the soul towards ancient wisdom. And — Arthur Rimbaud

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

True alchemy lies in this formula: 'Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse'. — Arthur Rimbaud

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there. — Arthur Rimbaud

Madame X set up a piano in the Alps. — Arthur Rimbaud

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love! — Arthur Rimbaud

But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter. — Arthur Rimbaud

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach. — Arthur Rimbaud

I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance. — Arthur Rimbaud

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion. — Arthur Rimbaud

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own. — Arthur Rimbaud

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human. — Arthur Rimbaud

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

Eternity is the sun
mixed
with the sea — Arthur Rimbaud

True life is elsewhere — Arthur Rimbaud

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow. — Arthur Rimbaud

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere. — Arthur Rimbaud

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun. — Arthur Rimbaud

This lofty thought proves I dreamt it! — Arthur Rimbaud

I say that one must be a visionary - that one must make oneself a VISIONARY. — Arthur Rimbaud

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable. — Arthur Rimbaud

I will never possess my hand. — Arthur Rimbaud

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud

True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world. — Arthur Rimbaud

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul. — Arthur Rimbaud

You will always be a hyena. — Arthur Rimbaud

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep. — Arthur Rimbaud

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me. — Arthur Rimbaud

Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am an animal, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are fake niggers; maniacs, savages, misers, all of you. — Arthur Rimbaud

Unhappiness was my god. — Arthur Rimbaud

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you? — Arthur Rimbaud

I am hidden and I am not. — Arthur Rimbaud

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,
Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! — Arthur Rimbaud

I saw that all living things were doomed, to bliss: that's not living; it's just a way to waste what we have, a drain. — Arthur Rimbaud

From castles of bone unknown music comes — Arthur Rimbaud

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile? — Arthur Rimbaud

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

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

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal. — Arthur Rimbaud

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all. — Arthur Rimbaud

Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire! — Arthur Rimbaud

When I was a teenager, I had trouble getting a boyfriend, so I imagined Arthur Rimbaud or Bob Dylan as my boyfriend. — Patti Smith

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster — Arthur Rimbaud

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am. — Arthur Rimbaud

As for me, I am intact; and I don't care. — Arthur Rimbaud

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. — Arthur Rimbaud

When we are strongest- who draws back?
Most merry- who falls down laughing?
When we are very bad,- what can they do to us? — 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

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn. — Arthur Rimbaud

It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else. — Arthur Rimbaud

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance. — Arthur Rimbaud

Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poets who ever lived. — Raymond Sokolov

Morality is the weakness of the mind. — Arthur Rimbaud

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics! — Arthur Rimbaud

Misfortune was my god. — Arthur Rimbaud

No one's serious at seventeen,
When lindens line the promenades — Arthur Rimbaud

I could never throw Love out of the window. — Arthur Rimbaud

It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun. — Arthur Rimbaud

What am I doing here? — Arthur Rimbaud

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he? — Arthur Rimbaud

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you? — Arthur Rimbaud

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will. — Arthur Rimbaud