• Arthur Rimbaud

    The mind is in control, it insists that I remain in the West. It will have to be silenced if I expect it to end as I always wanted to.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    True; the new era is nothing if not harsh.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    This is what I've always gone through: the end of my faith in history, the neglect of my principles; poets and visionaries would be jealous.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I was more detached than the best of beggars, proud to have no country, no friends--what stupidity that was! and only now I realize it!

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I was right to distrust old men who never lost a chance for a caress, parasites on the health and cleanliness of our women.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I can see that my troubles come from not realizing soon enough that this is the Western World. These Western swamps!

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    In the great centers we'll nurture the most cynical prostitution. We'll massacre logical revolts.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    The battle for the soul is as brutal as the battles of men; but the sight of justice is the pleasure of God alone.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I am sent back to the soil to seek some obligation, to wrap gnarled reality in my arms! A peasant!

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    What an end to a splendid career as an artist and storyteller! I! I called myself a magician, an angel, free from all moral constraint.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I thought I had acquired supernatural powers. Ha! I have to bury my imagination and my memories!

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I called myself a magician, an angel, free from moral constraint; I am sent back to seek some obligation-to wrap gnarled reality in my arms.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    Washhouses surrounded by German poplars; strange parks with slopes bowing down the heads of the Tree of Japan...

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    Grand canals of Carthage and Embankments of a dubious Venice; Etnas languidly erupting, and crevasses of flowers and of glacier waters...

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    Temples lit up by return of theories; prodigious views of a modern coast's defenses; dunes illustrated with flaming flowers & bacchanalia...

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    They enact heroic romances of brigands and of demigods, more inspiriting than history or religions have ever been.

  • Arthur Rimbaud

    I sit like a leper among broken pots and nettles, at the foot of a wall eaten away by the sun.

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