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A SEASON IN HELL, SELECTION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Once, long ago - if I remember rightly - my life was a sumptuous feast
Last Line: These sparse hideous pages from my notebook of the damned.
Subject(s): Hell


A SEASON IN HELL: ILL WILL; MAUVAIS SANG, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: I await god greedily. Now that I am accursed, I detest my country
Last Line: Hunger, thirst, shouts, dance, dance, dance, dance!
Subject(s): Desire


A SEASON IN HELL: MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Yet now I think I have finished the tale of my inferno
Last Line: The song of the skies, the march of peoples! Slaves, let us not curse life.
Subject(s): Christmas; Nativity, The


A SEASON IN HELL: THE ALCHEMY OF WORDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Listen. The tale of one of my follies
Last Line: That is over. Now I know how to greet beauty.
Subject(s): Dreams; Language; Nightmares; Words; Vocabulary


AFTER THE FLOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As soon as the thought of the flood had subsided
Last Line: And we do not


AFTER THE FLOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As soon as the idea of the flood was assuaged


AFTER THE FLOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As soon as the idea of the flood abated
Subject(s): Winter


ANCIENT ANIMALS SULLIED THEMSELVES..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: In woods teeming with foolish children


AND THE NEW YEAR HAD ALREADY BEGUN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And to her maternal lips joins his lips divine


ANGRY CAESAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This man, pale, walks the flowering lawns
Last Line: Like evenings at st. Cloud, a thin blue haze


ANGUISH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Can she make me forgive my constantly defeated ambitions
Last Line: By torments that laugh, their silence a terrible howl


ANIMALS ONCE SPEWED SEMEN AS THEY RAN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: In those woods where sex was once a children's game


ANTIQUE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Graceful son of pan. About your forehead, crowned with flowerets and berries
Last Line: Thigh, and that left leg.


ANTIQUE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Graceful son of pan
Last Line: And this leg %the left


APOLLONIOUS THE GREEK SPEAKS OF MARCUS CICERO, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: You have heard, my disciples, cicero's speech is which he seemed convincingly
Last Line: It gives me to hear you have


ARTHUR RIMBAUD'S REJECTION LETTER, by ERIK REECE               
First Line: The reply, printed for


ASLEEP IN THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A small green valley where a slow stream runs
Last Line: At peace. In his side there are two red holes


AT THE CABARET-VERT, FIVE P.M., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Eight days of shredding my boots
Last Line: That glowed gold with late-day light


AT THE FEET OF DARK WALLS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: At the feet of dark walls, beating skinny dogs


AT THE GREEN CABARET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A week of walking had torn my boots to shreds
Last Line: A ray of fading sunlight turned to gold


AT THE GREEN CABARET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: For eight days I wore out my shoe leather
Last Line: Gold in a ray of sunlight, falling late


BAD BLOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: From my ancestors the gauls I have pale blue eyes
Last Line: That would be the french way, the path of honor


BAD LITTLE ANGEL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Whitewashed doors and roofs of slate
Last Line: Like dirty blood in dirty drains


BALLY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Very solid rascals. Several have exploited your worlds
Last Line: I alone hold the key to this savage ballyhoo.*
Subject(s): Disdain; Scorn


BARBARIAN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Long after days and seasons pass
Last Line: And frozen caves of ice %and a banner


BARBARIAN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Long after the days and the seasons, and the creatures and the countries
Last Line: The arctic caverns. %the banner
Subject(s): Holidays; New Year


BATTLE SONG OF PARIS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Spring is here, plain as day
Last Line: Red rustlings that won't be leaves!


BEING BEAUTEOUS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Standing against the snow, a tall being of beauty
Last Line: Cannon I must fall on, in the battle of trees and light air!


BEING BEAUTEOUS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Against a fall of snow, a being beautiful, and very tall
Last Line: In a swirling of trees and soft air


BEWILDERED ONES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black in the snow and in the haze
Last Line: --and their white swaddling clothes flutter in %the winter wind...


BL(IS)S, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: So weak I no longer thought society could bear my
Last Line: Hail beauty


BLACK CURRANT RIVER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The black currant river rolls along unknown %in valleys narrow and strange
Last Line: Peasant who clinks glasses with his old stump flee %away from here


BLACKSMITH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One hand on a giant hammer, frightening
Last Line: And crowned him with the cap of revolution


BLACKSMITH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One arm wields a giant hammer, enormous
Last Line: His red bonner onto the king's head!


BLANKETS OF BLOOD..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: But no matter: I'm here; I'm still here


BOHEMIAN LIFE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Off I went, my fists in my pockets with split open seams
Last Line: And plucked,like lyres, the laces of my %wounded shoes, one foot at my heart's side


BOTTOM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The thorns of reality being too sharp for my noble character
Last Line: Came leaping at my breast


BOUTS-RIMES (POEM IN SET RHYMES), by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: ( ) leviticus
Last Line: ( ) of bronze


BOY WHO PICKED THE BULLETS UP, DESTINY'S CHILD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Poor young man, I hear he has a certain habit!'


BRIDGES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Crystal gray skies
Last Line: Obliterates this scene


BRILLIANT VICTORY OF SAAREBRUCK, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the middle, the emperor, an apotheosis
Last Line: Heisting his ass, says: emperor or what?


BRUNETTE, JUST SIXTEEN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: For she loved her son of seventeen


BRUSH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A humble scrub brush, too coarse
Last Line: Where souls of our dead sisters delight


BRUSSELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Amaranthine flower beds stretching to / jupiter's agreeable palace
Last Line: I know you and gaze at you in wonder.


BRUSSELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Flower beds of amaranths up to
Last Line: And I who know you quietly admire


BRUSSELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: July. Regent's boulevard. Beds of amaranthus as far as jupiter's
Last Line: Theater, the meeting place of a thousand scenes, I know you and admire %you without speaking


BUT..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Of a choler( )


BY THE BANDSTAND, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On railroad square, laid out in little spots of lawn
Last Line: And my brutal wishes bite their little lips


CAESAR'S RAGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A pale man in black, cigar in moue
Last Line: From his cigar as it used to on nights at st. Cloud


CHILD WHO GATHERED BULLETS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Clearly, the poor boy's in the grip of the habit'


CHILDHOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: An idol %black eyes, yellow hair
Last Line: Gleam white in the corner of the vault?


CITIES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: What cities these! What a people, for whom have been built up
Last Line: Come my slumbers and my least movements?


CITIES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: These are cities! And this is the people for whom these alleghenys and lebanons
Last Line: For their family-trees by rays of artifical light


CITIES I, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This is what cities are like
Last Line: Moving the least of my movements


CITIES II, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The official acropolis outdoes
Last Line: Beneath a light we have created


CITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I am a temporary and not at all discontented citizen
Last Line: A hopeless love and a pretty crime wailing in the mud of the road


CLEVER GIRL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the brown dining room, brimming
Last Line: Said softly, 'my cheek is so cold. Here, feel'


COMEDY OF THIRST, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: We are your grandparents, %the ones of eminence!
Last Line: To die in these humid violets %whose auroras fill these forests?


COMEDY OF THIRST: 1. FOREBEARS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: We are your grandparents, %your elders
Last Line: Myself: drink the urns dry


COMEDY OF THIRST: 2. SOUL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Eternal water-nymphs
Last Line: That consumes and despoils


COMEDY OF THIRST: 3. FRIENDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Come: wines beat the beaches
Last Line: Beneath unbearable scum, %near drifting logs


COMEDY OF THIRST: 4. A PAUPER DREAMS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Perhaps a night awaits me
Last Line: Open its doors to me again


COMEDY OF THIRST: 5 .CONCLUSION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Pigeons tremble in the prairie
Last Line: That dawn dumps into the woods?


COMEDY OF THIRST: I. FOREFATHERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: We are your father's fathers
Last Line: Ah! If I could empty all the urns


COMEDY OF THIRST: II. THE SPIRIT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Eternal water sprites
Last Line: That feeds upon my soul


COMEDY OF THIRST: III. FRIENDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Come, all wines go down to the sea
Last Line: Can never be opened again


COMEDY OF THIRST: IV. THE POOR MAN DREAMS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I have an evening unspent
Last Line: Can never e opened again


COMEDY OF THIRST: V. CONCLUSION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The pigeons trembling in the open field
Last Line: Daylight leaves in heaps about the wood


CONFESSIONS OF AN IDIOT OLD MAN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Bless me father - %young, at our country fairs
Last Line: That purple stole. %oh, childhood! %let's jack each other off


CREDO IN UNAM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The sun, the source of tenderness and life
Last Line: The gods stand watching man and the unending world


CREDO IN UNAM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Free and proud, man raised his head!
Last Line: -it is redemption! It is love! It is love!


CROWS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Lord, when the open field is cold
Last Line: That every victory is vain


CROWS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When your meadows lie cold, o lord
Last Line: We can't escape, alas


CROWS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Lord, when the meadowland is chilled
Last Line: In the grass from which one cannot flee, %by defeat without prospects for the future


CUSTOMS MEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Soldiers, sailors, imperial rabble, even pensioners
Last Line: Hell for delinquents pressed by his palm!


CUSTOMS MEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The redneck cops, the big fat ones who leer
Last Line: God help you, when the customs grabs your ass


DAWN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I have kissed the summer dawn
Subject(s): Dawn; Sunrise


DAWN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I have kissed the summer dawn
Last Line: When I woke, it was noon
Subject(s): Dawn


DAWN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I embraced the summer dawn
Last Line: When I awoke, it was noon
Subject(s): Dawn; Dreams


DEAD OF NINETY-TWO AND NINETY-THREE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: -as cassagnac and sons invoke you once again!


DEFILEMENTS / ARTHUR RIMBAUD, by STEPHEN BERG                Poet's Biography
First Line: Ancient animals fucked running
Last Line: Kneeling sucking on it weeping
Subject(s): Erotic Love; Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


DELIRIA II: ALCHEMY OF THE WORD, SELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: At last my spirit becomes
Last Line: Smitten with the borage


DELIRIUM, SELS., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


DEMOCRACY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Toward that intolerable country
Last Line: This is the real advance %forward %march


DEMOCRACY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum
Last Line: That's the system. Let's get going
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


DEPARTURE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Enough seen. The vision has been met in all guises
Last Line: Departure in new sympathy amid new sounds.


DEPARTURE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Everything seen
Last Line: Departure in affection, and shining sounds


DEPARTURE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Seen enough: the vision has been met with in every air
Last Line: Departure in new affection and new noise
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


DESERTS OF LOVE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This time it is the woman whom I saw in the city
Last Line: Then, o despair! The wall became dimly the shadow of trees, and I was plunged in the amorous sadness
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


DEVOTION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: To sister louise vanaen voringhem: her blue habit flapping
Last Line: But that's all over


DOES SHE DANCE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Does she dance? In the first blue hours
Last Line: To feast at night upon the pure sea


DOUBTLESS I PREFER..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Black bottles cough, but never get them drunk


DREAM IN WINTERTIME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: All winter we'll wander in a red wagon
Last Line: If it takes all week


DRUCKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I felt nae mair the haalyers airtin me
Last Line: Or conter the prood pennants o' the fleets %or row aneth theprison-hulks' gash een
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


DRUNK BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I went gliding down rivers that looked on
Last Line: Swim under the prison-ships' horrible stares


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As down the wide indifferent streams I went


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Downstream on impassive rivers suddnely
Last Line: Nor breast the arrogant oriflammes and banners, %nor swim beneath the leer of the pontoons


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I felt my guides no longer carried me
Last Line: Or swim beneath the guns of prison ships


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I drifted on a river I could not control
Last Line: Nor endure the slave ship's stinking hold


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I came down the impassable rivers
Last Line: Nor cross the pride of pennants and of flags, %nor swim pass prison hulks' hateful eyes!
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I was going down impassive rivers, I suddenly felt I was no
Last Line: Flames of battleships or swim under the horrible eyes of prison ships


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I was sailing down impassive rivers
Last Line: Or sail across the pride of flags and pennants, %or pull past the horrible eyes of prison ships


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I proceeded down along impassive rivers
Last Line: Nor swim beneath the convict-hulks' appalling eyes!


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: No longer, borne down insensible rivers
Last Line: I'll ply not again by the horrible eye of the pontons


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I went gliding down rivers that looked on
Last Line: Swim under the prison ships' horrible stares


DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: While swept downstream on indifferent rivers
Last Line: Nor swim beneath the killing stare of prison ships


DRUNKEN BOAT, SELS., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Hearing the thunder of the intransitive weirs
Last Line: As frail and pitiful as a moth in spring


DRUNKEN MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh, my beautiful! Oh, my good!
Last Line: For this is the assassins' hour


DRUNKS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Mad %quean
Last Line: Thigh! %whee!


EIGHTEEN-SEVENTY, SELS., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Subject(s): Franco-prussian War (1870-1871); Travel


ENDS OF THE EARTH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I traveled a bit. I went north: I will shut my brain off
Last Line: Me with the cock's crow


ERRANT MANUSCRIPT PHRASES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Take heed, o absent life of mine!


ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: I have recovered it / what? Eternity
Last Line: Matched with the sun.


ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It is found and won %again. What?--eternity
Last Line: Again. What?--eternity. %it is the sea %gone off with the sun


ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And out of joy, I became a fabulous opera


EVENING PRAYER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair
Last Line: That consecrates a patch of flowering fern


EVENING PRAYER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I lived seated, like an angel in a barber's hands
Last Line: I piss toward the brown skies, to high and distant scopes, %with the assent of the large heliotropes


EVENING PRAYER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I live my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair
Last Line: Heliotropes blessing me below


EVENINGS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: It is rest full of light, neither fever nor languor, on the bed or on the road
Last Line: -and the dream breaks afresh.
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight


EVIL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring
Last Line: And their last small coin into his coffer falls


EVIL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Whilst the red spittle of the grape-shot sings
Subject(s): War


EVIL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the gobs spat by flaming cannon
Last Line: And give him a big penny tied in a kerchief


EVIL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the cannon's red spittle
Last Line: Offering him pennies from their pockets


EXILE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My dear conneau
Last Line: Against a wind children call bari-barou!


FAIRY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: For helen %the ornamental saps conspired in the virgin dark
Last Line: Or the pleasures of the certain hour, the unique place


FALLEN CHERUB, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Bluish roofs and white doors
Last Line: Like a delicate bog of dirty blood


FALSE CONVERSION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Unhappy day! I swallowed a great gulp of poison. The rage of despair
Last Line: Go mad. O mary, holy virgin false feeling, false prayer


FAREWELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Autumn already! - but why regret the everlasing sun
Last Line: Be able now to possess the truth within one body and one soul


FAREWELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Autumn already! - but why regret an eternal sun
Last Line: And I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and one body
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


FAUN'S HEAD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Among the leaves, green curtain stained with gold
Last Line: The golden kiss of the woods is left in peace


FAUN'S HEAD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the bower, green jewel box flecked with gold
Last Line: And by a bullfinch frightened one sees %the golden kiss of the woods, musing silently


FAUN'S HEAD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Within the leaves, this gilded bower
Last Line: By a bullfinch, resolves once again to rest


FEAST OF LOVE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In dreams, babbit
Last Line: Which, tricked, %reels


FEELING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On blue summer evenings, I'll go on the paths
Last Line: And I'll go far, quite far, like a bohemian, %through nature,--as happy as if with a woman


FEELINGS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On a blue summer night I will go through the fields
Last Line: Throughout nature -- happy as if I had a girl


FETE GALANTE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Scapin from habit
Last Line: And by and by %it sits up


FIRST COMMUNION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Be honest, these village churches are a joke
Last Line: To the earth, in shame, in migraine, in agony


FIRST COMMUNIONS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: They're ugly, those churches in country towns
Last Line: Or else thrown down upon their backs, in pain


FIRST DELIRIUM: THE FOOLISH VIRGIN THE INFERNAL BRIDEGROOM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Let us hear the confession of an old friend in hell
Last Line: One hell of a household


FIRST EVENING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Her clothes were almost off
Last Line: To see what it could see


FIRST NIGHT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: She was almost undressed
Last Line: Against the panes, so near, so near


FIRST TWILIGHT / ARTHUR RIMBAUD, by STEPHEN BERG                Poet's Biography
First Line: Huge indiscrete cunning trees
Last Line: She wore almost nothing
Subject(s): Erotic Love; Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


FLOWERBEDS OF AMARANTHS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: I know you, and stare at you in silence


FLOWERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: From a golden stadium
Last Line: Sturdy young roses to the marble terraces.


FLOWERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On a slope of gold
Last Line: Invite a throng of roses, young and strong


FOR ARTHUR RIMBAUD, by PAUL VERLAINE                Poet's Biography
First Line: Human, an angel, and a demon - or
Last Line: White feet, in triumph, poised on envy's head


FOUR SEASONS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O the seasons and chateaux
Last Line: O seasons, o chateaux


FRAGMENTS FROM THE BOOK OF JOHN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A few people in samaria had shown their faith in him.
Last Line: Witched him cross the gallery with a singularly confident step and disappear into the city


FRENZIED BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As I sailed on, down the impassive rivers
Last Line: Nor swim beneath the frightful eyes of hulks


FROM BAD BLOOD, SELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Yes it's one of my vices, which stops and which walks with me
Last Line: Oh that, I would lead a french life, and I would follow the path of %honor


FROM EIGHTEEN-SEVENTY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the centre of the poster, napoleon
Subject(s): War


FROZEN IN FEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In snow and fog %against a basement grate aglow
Last Line: And their underwear flutters %in the winter wind


GENIE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: He is love and the present because he has opened our house
Last Line: His breathing, his body, the light of his day


GENIE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: He is affection and the present since he has made the house open
Last Line: To follow his views, his breaths, his body, his day
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


GIRLS LOOKING FOR LICE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's forehead, pinched and tortured red
Last Line: He feels, as fast ro slow caresses come, %rising and falling, a desire to cry
Subject(s): Love


GOLDEN AGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One of the voices %always angelically
Last Line: Sisters! Voices not public at all! %encircle me %with humbleglory...Etc...


GOLDEN AGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In this worldly laws it was my eternal life, unwritten, unsung
Last Line: The terror came! I dreamt everywhere


GOOD MORNING THOUGHTS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: At four in the morning, in summer
Last Line: For swimming in the noontime sea


GROCERS' GRIPES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Let him enter the store, when the moon reflects
Last Line: Let him grab the boxes of endive while we watch


H, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The mirror of the movements of hortense
Last Line: Seek out hortense


H, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Every monstrosity violates the atrocious gestures of hortense
Last Line: O terrible shudder of novice loves on the bloody ground and in the transparent hydrogen! - find hort
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


HANDS OF JEANNE-MARIE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Jeanne-marie has powerful hands
Last Line: To drench your hands in blood


HANGED MEN DANCE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On old one-arm, black scaffolding
Last Line: The devil's skinny advocates %dead soldiers' bones


HANGED MEN, DANCING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Cheerful, one-armed, and black
Last Line: Dancing bones of saladins


HEAR HOW IN APRIL NEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: --sicily, germany, %in this sorrowful haze %grown pallid, justly!


HEAR HOW IN APRIL, NEAR THE ACACIAS, THE PEAS' GREEN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: They remain, sicily, germany, in this sad and wan fog, rightly!


HEAR HOW IT BELLOWS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Mist, and justly


HEART BENEATH A CASSOCK, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O thimothina labinette!
Last Line: O sweet jesus! I will keep those socks on my feet until I reach the holy gates of paradise


HIDDEN AND WRINKLED LIKE A BUDDING VIOLET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Promised land in sticky femininity


HISTGORIC EVENING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: All in some night, let's say, where a simple tourist stands
Last Line: Though the entire effect will be scarcely one of legend


HUMANITY TIED..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Humanity tied the shoes of progress, that enormous child


HUNGER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I thought about the happiness of animals
Last Line: From the natural light. It's very %serious


HUNGER CELEBRATED, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My hunger, anne, anne
Last Line: Flee on your mule if you can


I SAT IN A THIRD-CLASS RAILWAY CAR; AN OLD PRIEST, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Laid open for travelers -- by soissons, near aisne


I WAS IN A THIRD-CLASS COMPARTMENT..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: A town in aisne


I'D PROBABLY PREFER, COME SPRING, AN OPEN-AIR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: The coughing of black bottles never gets them drunk


IDOL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Hidden, wrinkled as a flush violet wedged
Last Line: -astarte of the dews enclosed!


IMPOSSIBLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Ah! My life as a child, the open road in every weather
Last Line: What a crippling misfortune


IN APRIL, LISTEN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Despite pallor, fog and rain: %naturally!


IN BACK, THE PORTER LEAPT..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Having swallowed a rose


IN THOSE DAYS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And with sad eyes, said 'oh great god, may your holy will be done!'


INVOCATION TO VENUS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O godly delights, mortal delights
Last Line: Nor love: to your work my own aspires


IS IT AN ORIENTAL DANCER? IN THE FIRST BLUE HOURS WILL..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Nighttime festivities on the pure sea


IS SHE A DANCER...?, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: In evening celebrations on a pure dark sea!


IT RAINED SOFTLY..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: It rained softly on the city


IT WAS SPRING..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And thrice crowning me with laurel


IT WAS SPRINGTIME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It was springtime; a malady immobilized orbilius
Last Line: Three times uttering omens, three times crowning me with laurels


IT'S ONLY A HUMBLE HANDMADE BRUSH, TOO SMALL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: O moon, where the spirit of our dead sister hides


JACK BENNY, by ROBERT LONG               
First Line: In five days it will be arthur rimbaud's
Last Line: Before meaning took over


JEANNE-MARIE'S HANDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Jeanne-marie has strong hands
Last Line: By making your fingers bleed


KIDS IN A DAZE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black against the fog and snow
Last Line: In a wind like ice


KINDLY MORNING THOUGHT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: At four in the morning in summer, love's sleep still lasts. In the
Last Line: Brandy to the workmen, so thta their strngth will be at peace, until %their swim in the sea at noon


LADIES WHO LOOK FOR LICE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's forehead, red and full of pain
Last Line: Rising, falling, an endless desire to cry


LE MAL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: While the red spewings of the shot
Last Line: Proffer him a fat penny tied up in their rag
Subject(s): Conscientious Objectors


LES CORBEAUX, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Lord, when a chill is in the meadows
Last Line: Those chained by defeat without destiny


LETTER TO ERNEST DELAHAYE, OCTOBER 14, 1875, SELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The barracks at night: 'dream'
Last Line: Lefevbre and I are one etc


LETTER TO GEORGE IZAMBARD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: And so you're a professor again. You've said before that we owe something
Last Line: With affection, ar. Rimbaud


LETTER TO PAUL DEMENY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I resolved to provide you with an hour of new literature
Last Line: Maybe %au revoir, a. Rimbaud


LETTER TO PAUL DEMENY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Look-don't be mad-at these notions for some funny doodles: an antidote
Last Line: I wish you a good day, which is something


LETTER TO THEODORE DE BANVILLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Monsieur and maitre
Last Line: Am I progressing?


LETTER TO THEODORE DE BANVILLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Cher maitre, %these are the months of love; I'm seventeen, the time of hope and
Last Line: Help me, maitre: help me find my footing: I am young give me your %hand


LICE HUNTERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's forehead full of red torments
Last Line: Feels an urge to cry, welling and dying, endlessly


LICE HUNTERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's brow swollen with scarlet storms
Last Line: Well up and die endlessly a desire to weep


LICE-HUNTERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The child, feverish, frowning, only saw red
Last Line: And dying of his ceaseless wish to cry


LIGHTNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Human labor! That explosion lights up my abyss from time to time
Last Line: Oh! Poor dear soul, eternity then might not be lost


LILIES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O lilies! O garden swing! O silver enema bags!
Last Line: The heavens descend to vaseline your stems!


LILY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O swaying lilies! O silver enemas!
Last Line: A heavenly sweetness butters your stamens!


LINES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the world comes down to this one dark wood
Last Line: My darlings, my queens


LIVES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh the enormous avenues of the hold land, the terraces of the temple
Last Line: Accept no new commitments.


LIVES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh, the enormous avenues of the holy land - the terraces of the temple
Last Line: And can do nothing for you


LIVES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O the enormous avenues of the holy land, the temple terraces!
Last Line: That is not even to be thought of any longer. %I am relly from beyond the tomb, and no messages
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


LONG AGO..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: To overflowing with fruits and fragrant flowers


LOUSE-CATCHERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's brow, with torment flushing red
Subject(s): Lice


LOVELY THOUGHTS FOR MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: At four in the morning, in summertime
Last Line: And take their bath at noonday, in the sea


MARINE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: The chariots of silver and copper
Last Line: Whose angle is struck by the whirlwinds of light.
Subject(s): Sea; Ocean


MARTIAL LAW?, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The cold conductor on his small platform of tin
Last Line: A soiled reveler yelps in the dark empty square


MAY BANNERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the lindens' bright %boughs a sickly mort is dying
Last Line: But I don't want to laugh at anything myself; %and may this misfortune by unconfined


MEMORIES OF SIMPLE-MINDED OLD MEN / ARTHUR RIMBAUD, by STEPHEN BERG                Poet's Biography
First Line: If there's a god, forgive me!
Last Line: I reach down: lord, let's both of us jack off!
Subject(s): Incest; Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Clear water; like the salt of childhood's tears
Last Line: On the bottom of this rimless eye . . . In what mud!


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Bright water; like the salr of childhood's tears; the women's white
Last Line: Mud at the bottom of this limitless eye of water?


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Clear water; like the salt of children's tears, the
Last Line: Ago! My dingy, always still; and its cable stretched %to the bottom of this shoreless eye of water,-


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Clear water; like the salt of my childhood tears
Last Line: In the depths of that rimless watery eye - from what mud?


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Clear water; like salt from childhood's tears
Last Line: At what muddy bottom of this edgeless watery eye?


MEMORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I found myself ripe for death, and my weakness drew me to the
Last Line: Left nearly the whole soul with a (...) on a skiff coursed for dread


METAMORPHOSES: 17. APOLLO (ARTHUR RIMBAUD), by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM                Poet's Biography
First Line: In rio she met my chariot halfway
Subject(s): Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


METAMORPHOSES: 17. APOLLO (ARTHUR RIMBAUD), by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM                Poet's Biography
First Line: In rio she met my chariot halfway
Last Line: Boots for sale in the dream gone for farthings
Subject(s): Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


METROPOLITAN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: From the indigo straits to the oceans of ossian
Last Line: This is your strength


MICHAEL AND CHRISTINE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Blast! If the sun desert these shores
Last Line: Michael and christine-and christ-the idyll's end.


MICHAEL AND CHRISTINE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Damn, damn! Suppose the sun leaves these shores
Last Line: Michael and christine -- and christ! The idyll's end


MICHEL AND CHRISTINE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It would stink if the sun left our shores!
Last Line: #name?


MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Hadn't I once a youth that was lovely, heroic, fabulous
Last Line: The song of the heavens, the marching of nations! We are slaves; let us not curse life


MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography


MORNING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Had I not once a lovely youth, heroic, fabulous, to be written
Last Line: The song of the heavens, the marching of peoples! Slaves, let us not curse life
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


MORNING OF DRUNKENESS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O my good! O my beautiful! Atrocious fanfare where I never falter
Last Line: The time of the assassins is here
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


MOVEMENT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river
Last Line: And sing, upon their watch


MY BOHEMIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Fists in torn pockets I departed
Last Line: One foot against my heart.


MY BOHEMIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Underway, my pockets split only with fist
Last Line: Like lyres, one approaching my heart


MY BOHEMIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: And so off I went, fists thrust in the torn pockets
Last Line: Of my wounded shoes, one foot beneath my heart


MY LITTLE LOVELIES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A tearful tincture washes
Last Line: Flap your scabby kneecaps apart %my ugly whores


MY LITTLE LOVERS / ARTHUR RIMBAUD, by STEPHEN BERG                Poet's Biography
First Line: Something like human tears
Last Line: My dried saliva glistens on your brow
Subject(s): Rimbaud, Arthur (1854-1891)


MY LITTLE LOVES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A teary tincture slops %over cabbage-green skies
Last Line: Knock your knees together %my ugly little dears!


MY MOUTH IS OFTEN JOINED AGAINST HIS MOUTH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Feminine canaan in the protruding halves
Subject(s): Homosexuality


MYSTIQUE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On the side of the slope, angels revolving
Last Line: And turns the abyss beneath us a flowering blue


NEWLYWEDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The chamber is open to the turquoise sky. Ther is no room: trunks
Last Line: O holy white ghosts of bethlehem, enchant, rather, their blue window!


NEWLYWEDS AT HOME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The bedroom lies open to the turquoise sky
Last Line: Enchant instead the sky in their window


NIGHT IN HELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I have just swallowed a terrific mouthful of poison
Last Line: And as the damned soul rises, so does the fire


NIGHT OF HELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: I have swallowed a monstrous does of poison
Last Line: It is the fire that flares up again with its damned
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


NINA REPLIES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: He: -your breast on my breast
Last Line: She: and miss work?


NONSENSE, PART 2: 1. DRUNK DRIVER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Dirtbag %drinks
Last Line: Bleeds: %moan %groan


NONSENSE: 1. PIGLET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Silky %beanie %ivory %weenie
Last Line: Rod, at ready, %with %the runs


NONSENSE: 2. PARIS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Al. Godillot, gambier
Last Line: At home!-be good christians!


NOSTALGIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The sucking river was the child's salt tears
Last Line: The lidless eye, still water, filled with mud


NOVEL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: No one's serious at seventeen
Last Line: When lindens line the promenade


O SAISONS, O CHATEAUX, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: O seasons, o chateaux
Last Line: Seasons o, and o chateaux


O SEASONS, O CASTLES, WHAT SOUL IS WITHOUT FAULTS?..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Castles!--lines added on the manuscript and crossed out.]


O SEASONS, O CHATEAUS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: It blows my words away! %o seasons, o chateaus


O SEASONS, O CHATEAUX, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: To the quickest death would deliver me! %--o seasons, o chateaux!]


O SEASONS, O CHATEAUX, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: O seasons, o chateaux


OH IF THE BELLS ARE BRONZE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: While cursing desdouets!


OLD GUARD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Long live the emperor's peasants
Last Line: For blessed is the fruit of thy womb, eugenie


OLD WOMAN'S OLD MAN!, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: To the peasants of the emperor!
Last Line: When eugenie's sky blessed her womb


ON SUMMER NIGHTS, BEFORE THE SHINING SHOP WINDOWS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And that the winter wind spares nothing left outside


ON SUMMER NIGHTS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: #name?


ONCE, IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME WELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Few foul pages from the diary of a damned soul


OPHELIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: On the calm black wave where the stars sleep
Last Line: White ophelia floating, like a great lily.


OPHELIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Where the stars sleep in the calm black stream
Last Line: Like some great lily, pale ophelia float


OPHELIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On still black waters where the stars lie sleeping


OPHELIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On clam black waters filled with sleeping stars
Last Line: He saw white ophelia floating like a lily


OPHELIA, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Where stars sleep on the calm, black water, pale
Last Line: Ophelia, like a lily floating by


OPHELIA: 1, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On the calm black water where the stars sleep


ORDINARY NOCTURNE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One breath tears operatic rents in these partitions
Last Line: One breath dispels the limits of the hearth


ORPHANS' NEW YEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The room is full of shadows
Last Line: And the words 'to our mother' engraved in gold


ORPHANS' NEW YEAR'S GIFTS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The room is full of shadow; you vaguely hear
Last Line: Each with three words, graven in gold: %'to our mother!'


OUR ASSES AREN'T LIKE THEIRS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Free to whisper glorious sobs


OUR ASSHOLES ARE DIFFERENT FROM THEIRS. I USED TO WATCH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: To whisper -- both of us -- in ecstasy


PARADE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Strange, well-built young men
Last Line: Only I have the key to this savage parade


PARIS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Al. Godillot, gambier
Last Line: Let's all love one another


PARISIAN ORGY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Cowards, behold her now! Pour from your trains
Last Line: Stridencies resound in your trumpet of bronze


PARISIAN ORGY OR THE REPOPULATION OF PARIS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Cowards, behold! Spill from the stations!
Last Line: Sinister flares against a paling blue!


PARISIAN WAR CRY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Spring is at hand, for lo
Last Line: And, far off, a shivering scarlet clash


PATIENCE CELEBRATED: 1. MAY BANNERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The call of the kill dies feebly
Last Line: And all this misfortune is free


PATIENCE CELEBRATED: 2. SONG FROM THE TALLEST TOWER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Idle youth, %slave to all
Last Line: When hearts will be one


PATIENCE CELEBRATED: 3. ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Rediscovered. %what?-eternity
Last Line: Sea and sun %as one


PATIENCE CELEBRATED: 4. GOLDEN AGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One of these voices %-speaking about me
Last Line: In modest glory. Etc


PLUNDERED HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My sad heart's slobbering at the poop
Last Line: When they've dried up the quids they're chewing %how ot act,o plundered heart?


POET AT SEVEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the timeless, daily, tedious affair
Last Line: Violently breaking into sail


POETS SEVEN YEARS OLD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: And the mother, closing the exercise book
Last Line: Canvas, with a violent premonition of sails! . . .
Subject(s): Children; Poetry And Poets - French; Childhood


POETS, AGE SEVEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: And the mother, closing the workbook
Last Line: He had a violent vision of setting sail


POOR AT CHURCH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Parked on oak benches in church corners
Last Line: Dipping their long yellow fingers in the stoups


POOR PEOPLE IN CHURCH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Bent on wooden benches, in church corners
Last Line: Trailing yellowed fingers in the holy water founts


PROMONTORY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The golden dawn and a shivering evening
Last Line: The face of promontory palace


RECOLLECTION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The year the dear, dear prince imperial was born
Last Line: With the holy spaniard, quite neat in his black clothes


RECOLLECTION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The year the imperial prince was born
Last Line: And proper, with the holy spaniardesse, at night


REJOICINGS IN MISFORTUNE: 1.BANNERS OF MAY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the bright branches of he linden trees, a sickly death cry grows
Last Line: Sun is laughing ot parents. But I want to laugh at nothing. And let my %misfortune be free


REJOICINGS IN MISFORTUNE: 2. SONG OF THE HIGHEST TOWER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In my useless youth, a slave to every concern, by thoughtfulness for
Last Line: Every concern, by thoughtfulness for others I lost my life. Ah! Let the %time come, when hearts are


REJOICINGS IN MISFORTUNE: 3. ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It has been found. What? Eternity. It is the sea strethcing out under
Last Line: Nity. It is the sea stretching out under the sun


REJOICINGS IN MISFORTUNE: 4. GOLDEN AGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One of the ever angelic voices, talking about me, sharply expresses
Last Line: Big brother! Etc. I sing also: multiple sisters! Private voices! Surround %me with chaste glory, etc


REMARKS ADDRESSED TO THE POET, APROPOS FLOWERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: So: endlessly bordering the black azure
Last Line: -it's illustrated-and available from hachette!


REMARKS TO A POET ON THE SUBJECT OF FLOWERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Forever thus, in azure darkness
Last Line: It's cheaper ordered by the year


REMEMBRANCE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Water, clear as the salt of children's tears
Last Line: Deep in this edgeless eye of water - into what mud?


REMEMBRANCES OF AN OLD IDIOT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Forgive me, father!
Last Line: -let's just yank on our dicks!


RIGHTEOUS MAN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: O righteous men, we shit in your bellies of stone


RIVER CASSIS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Unnoticed, the river cassis streams
Last Line: Who toast with vestigial arms


RIVER OF CORDIAL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The river of cordial rolls ignored
Last Line: And the old claw he shows


ROMANCE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Nobody's serious when they're seventeen
Last Line: And there are linden trees on the promenade


ROYALTY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: One fine morning, in a land full of mild-mannered folk
Last Line: Were truly kings.


ROYALTY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On a brilliant morning, in a city of lovely people
Last Line: When they appeared at the edge of the gardens of palms


RUNT OF A DREAM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Maybe there is an evening meant
Last Line: Not even allowed in, there
Subject(s): Dreams


SALE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: For sale %whatever the jews have left unsold
Last Line: Salesmen may turn in their accounts later


SALE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: For sale what the jews have not sold
Last Line: No danger that travelers will be called to account in a hurry
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


SATURNINE HYPOTYPOSES, VIA BELMONTET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: So what is this dark and impenetrable mystery?
Last Line: Oh! What distinction streams through your manly mustache. Belmontet, %parnassian archetype


SAVIOR BUMPED UPON HIS HEAVY BUTT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: In a luminous river of fiery stars


SCENES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The old comedy pursues its conventions and divides
Last Line: At the intersection of ten panels hung from the balcony %to the footlights


SCHOOL NOTEBOOK, SELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Aristomanes lifted himself up, extended
Last Line: More likely that the artisan is insufficient for the task than the task for %the artisan


SCRAPS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Beneath dark walls, beating the skinny dogs
Last Line: Moonlight, when the bell struck twelve


SEA BREEZE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My flesh I sad, alas, and I have read the books
Last Line: But, o my heart, listen to the sailors' song!


SEALED LIPS; SEEN IN ROME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In papal rome, in the sistine
Last Line: A large pinch of schismatic snuff


SEASCAPE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Silver and copper the cars
Last Line: In an angle attacked by tornados of light


SEASON IN HELL: DELIRIOUS. II ALCHEMY OF LANGUAGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My turn. The story of one of my crazy spells
Last Line: My character became embittered. I said goodbye to the world in ballads of a kind


SEASON IN HELL: LIVES III, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In an attic where I was shut when I was twelve I
Last Line: Beyond the grave, and at liberty


SEASON IN HELL: MARINE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The chariots of silver and copper
Last Line: Where it is bending wounded with whirlpools of light


SEASON IN HELL: PROGRESS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The flicking shoelace of falls along the bank
Last Line: And sing and take their station


SEASON IN HELL: RAVINGS II, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Subject(s): Depression, Mental


SEASON IN HELL: WORKERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh that warm february morning! The unseasonable
Last Line: Hardened arm to drag a dear image along any more


SEASON OF HELL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Once, I I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened
Last Line: Few, hideous pages from my notebook of one of the damned
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


SEATED ONES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black with wens, pock-marked, their eyes encircled with green
Last Line: Through the sword grasses--and their members are excited %bythe beards of the ears of corn


SECOND DELIRIUM: THE ALCHEMY OF THE WORD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My turn now. The story of one of my insanities
Last Line: All that is over. Today, I know how to celebrate beauty


SEEN IN ROME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In rome, in the sistine
Last Line: Inside occult decay


SENSATION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: On summer evenings blue, pricked by the wheat
Last Line: Happy as one walks by a woman's side.


SENSATION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On blue summer evenings I'll go down the pathways
Last Line: Into nature - happy, as if with a woman


SENSATION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On summer evenings blue, where ears of wheat


SENSATION, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Through blue summer nights I will pass along paths
Last Line: In nature-as happily as with a woman


SEVEN-YEAR-OLD POETS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The mother closed the copybook, and went away
Last Line: Canvas sheets, a turbulent vision of sails


SEVEN-YEAR-OLD-POET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: And so the mother, shutting up the duty-book
Last Line: Raw canvas, prophesying strongly of the sail!


SHAME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: As long as the blade has never / yet pierced his brain
Last Line: One prayer should rise!


SHAME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As long as a knife has not cut
Last Line: Let someone say a prayer


SHAME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As long as the blade has not cut through
Last Line: At his death however, o %my god! Let there arise some prayer!


SHAME, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: If the knife has yet
Last Line: May someone say a prayer


SIDEBOARD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It is a high, carved sideboard made of oak
Last Line: As we slowly open your old dark door


SIDEBOARD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A broad carved sideboard; its dark, aged oak
Last Line: Your big black doors slowly swing open


SIRE, TIME HAS ABANDONED HIS RAINCOAT..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: God blesses the merciful: let the world bless the poets


SISTERS OF CHARITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The young man with shining eyes and brown skin
Last Line: O sister of charity, o mystery, o death!


SISTERS OF CHARITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This youth, his brilliant eye and shining skin
Last Line: O sister of charity, o mystery, o death


SITTERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black with warts, picked with pox, eyelids all green
Last Line: And the prickle of straw makes their cocks hard


SITTING MEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black wens, pockmarks, green bags
Last Line: Are stirred by the sharp straw of their seats


SLEEPER IN THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A green hole where a river sings
Last Line: Two red holes on his right side


SLEEPER IN THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This is the green wherein a river chants
Last Line: Upon one side there are two spots of red


SLEEPER OF THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Through a green gorge the river like a fountain
Subject(s): War


SLEEPER OF THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It's a gap of greenness where a singing river
Last Line: Breast. In his right side he has two red holes


SONG OF THE HIGHEST TOWER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Idle youth / by all availed
Last Line: When hearts entwine!
Subject(s): Memory; Old Age


SONG OF THE HIGHEST TOWER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Idle young days %to everything enslaved
Last Line: Have lost my life. %ah! Let the time come %when hearts with love are overcome!


SONNET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Dead men of 'ninety-two
Subject(s): War


SONNET TO AN ASSHOLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Dark and wrinkled like a violet carnation
Last Line: A womanly canaan surrounded in moisture


SONNET: TO THE ASSHOLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Dark, puckered hole: a purple carnation
Last Line: It's a heavenly jam-pot, the promised land %which with other milk and honey overflows!
Subject(s): Homosexuality


SQUATTING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Later, when he feels his stomach upset
Last Line: An odd nose traces venus through the night


SQUATTING, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Later, when he feels his stomach grumble
Last Line: Surreal: a nose seeking venus in the deep dark sky


STAR WEPT PINK..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The star wept pink in the core of your ears
Last Line: And man at your sovereign bled black


STAR WEPT..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And man bled black onto your sovereign side


STOLEN HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My sad heart drools on deck
Last Line: When they've shot their wads?


STOLEN HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My sad heart slobbers at the poop
Last Line: How will I act, o stolen heart


STOLEN HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My weeping heart on the deck drools spit
Last Line: How will I act, my stolen heart


STOLEN HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: My sad heart drivels at the poop


STUNNING VICTORY AT SAARBRUCKEN, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the middle, the emperor, in an apotheosis
Last Line: Gets to his feet, flashes his can, and says: 'long live this'


SUN AND FLESH, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The sun, hearth of tenderness and life
Last Line: #name?


SUN HAS WEPT ROSE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears
Last Line: And man has bled black at your sovereign side


TALE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A prince was annoyed that he had forever devoted himself
Last Line: Our desire lacks the music of the mind


TALE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A prince was vexed at having devoted himself only to the perfection
Last Line: Skilled music is lacking to our desire
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


TARTUFE CHASTISED, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Fanning flames in a lovesick heart beneath
Last Line: Ugh! Tartufe stood naked from head to toes


TARTUFE UNDONE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One day as he walked happily along, raking
Last Line: Leaving tartufe naked-ugh!-head to toe!


TEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Far from the birds, the cattle herds, the village girls
Last Line: Weeping, I saw gold-and could not drink.


TEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Far from flocks, from birds and country girls
Last Line: Never deny that my thirst has caused me pain


TEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Far away from birds, herds, and village girls
Last Line: But! Like a fisher for gold or shellfish, %to think that I knew no need to drink!


TEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Far from birds, flocks, and village girls, I was drinking, squatting in
Last Line: Shells in the sunset, just imagine, I didn't care to drink!


TEAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Far from birds, herds, and village girls
Last Line: Like a panner for gold or diver for shells


TEASE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the dark brown dining room, whose heavy air
Last Line: Real low: 'feel that: my cheek has got so cold - '


THE DRUNKEN BOAT, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: As I descended black, impassive rivers
Last Line: Nor swim beneath the horrible eyes of prison ships.


THE LICE SEEKERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: When the child's forehead full of red torments
Last Line: Spring up and die unceasingly a wish to cry.
Subject(s): Lice


THE POOR MAN THINKS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Perhaps some evening yet
Last Line: Unlock for me the door.
Subject(s): Poverty


THE SLEEPER OF THE VALLEY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: There's a green hollow where a river sings
Last Line: Tranquil -- with two red holes in his right side.
Subject(s): Nature; Soldiers


THIRST, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: We are your grandparents
Last Line: I said: to drain all the vessels!
Subject(s): Drinks And Drinking


TO A REASON, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Your finger strikes the drum, dispersing all its sounds
Last Line: Come from always, you will go away everywhere


TO BEDSIDE BOOKS..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Isn't it? Dr. Venutti's treatise on conjugal love


TO MUSIC, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Pruned into stingy plots of grass, the public square
Last Line: #name?


TO MY BEDSIDE BOOKS, THOSE EXQUISITE EDITIONS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Venetti -- study of venereal disease


TORTURED HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Over the stern, my sad heart, drool
Last Line: What can I do, my cheated heart?
Subject(s): Homosexuality


TRIUMPH OF HUNGER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Hunger, hunger, sister anne
Last Line: Leave me if you can


TRIUMPH OF PATIENCE: A SONG FROM THE HIGHEST TOWER, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Idle children
Last Line: When all hearts fall in love


TRIUMPH OF PATIENCE: BANNERS OF MAY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: In the bright branches of the willow trees
Last Line: And I will be free in this misfortune


TRIUMPH OF PATIENCE: ETERNITY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It is recovered
Last Line: Of sun become sea


TRIUMPH OF PATIENCE: GOLDEN AGE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One of these voices
Last Line: In your bashful light - etc


TWO IN HARAR: ARTHUR RIMBAUD, 1886-1888, by JOHN MATTHIAS               
First Line: And was harar for sale? And were le voyant's visions
Last Line: Travelers would not render their commission for a while


UNDER SIEGE?, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The poor driver, beneath the tin canopy
Last Line: Debaucher yaps away in the dark intersection!


VAGABONDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Pitiful brother!
Last Line: While I searched continually to find the place and the formula


VAGABONDS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Pitiful brother! What atrocious vigils I owe him!
Last Line: We wandered, I impatient to find the place and the formula!
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


VENUS ANADYOMENE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Out of what seems a coffin made of tin
Last Line: She bends and shows the ulcer on her anus


VENUS ANADYOMENE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Af from a green tin coffin, a woman's head
Last Line: --and this whole body moves and bends its broad rump hideously %beautiful with an ulcer on the anus


VENUS ANADYOMENE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: As if from a green tin coffin, a woman's head
Last Line: For view: a repellent frame for the ulcer on her anus


VERSES FOR BATHROOM WALLS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The hole of this seat so poorly made
Last Line: Are truly worthy of this besieged throne


VERY BIG BABY WAS BORN..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: For the genius of arab shores will be revealed!'


VIA LABARRIERE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: ...Are these %...(barrels?)... That we burst?
Last Line: And the drunken poet tells off the universe!


VIGILS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This is a place of rest and light
Last Line: Ah! Wells of magic; this time, a single sight of dawn


VIGILS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: It is repose in the light, neither fever nor languor, on a bed or on a meadow
Last Line: In any case nothing of what it seems at present
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


VOWEL SONNET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue
Last Line: O omega, violet ray of her eyes.
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form); Vowels


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue
Last Line: -omega, the violet ray of his eyes!


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black a, white e, red I, green u, blue o -- vowels
Last Line: O - omega - the violet light of his eyes


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black a, white e, red I, green u, blue o - vowels
Last Line: O, omega, violet ray of her eyes!


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue: vowels
Last Line: Silences traversed of worlds and of angels: %-o the omega, violet ray of hid eyes!


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue: vowels
Last Line: O omega, his eyes' violet rays


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue: vowels
Last Line: O, the omega, of those eyes the violet beam!


VOWELS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black a, white e, red I, green u, blue o: vowels
Last Line: -o the omega, the violet beam from his eyes!


VOWELS [OR, VOYELS], by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue - I'll tell


VOYELLES, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue, vowels
Last Line: X-ray of her eyes; it equals sex
Subject(s): Vowels


WAIFS AND STRAYS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Black in the fog and in the snow


WAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When I was a child
Last Line: It is as simple as a musical phrase


WASTELANDS OF LOVE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: This, I am sure, is the same countryside.
Last Line: I cried more than all the children in the world


WHAT DO WE CARE, MY HEART, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: What do we care, my heart, for streams of blood
Last Line: It's nothing; I'm here -- I'm still here


WHAT NINA ANSWERED, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: He: just the two of us together
Last Line: She: and be late for work


WHAT TO US, MY HEART, ARE THE POOLS OF BLOOD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography


WHEEL RUTS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: On the right the summer morning stirs the leaves
Last Line: And out trot great fat blue black mares


WHEN THE IRANIAN CARAVAN STOPPED..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: Gold. Their chief cried out (...)decided to suppress (...) some accepted


WINTER DREAM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: One winter, we'll take a train, a little rose-colored car
Last Line: -and we'll take our time finding the beast %-while it roams


WINTER FESTIVAL, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Behind the comic-opera huts, the sound of a waterfall
Last Line: Chinese ladies out of boucher


WOMEN WHO SEEK FOR LICE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When the boy's forehead, full of red tempests
Last Line: The slowness of their caresses, welling and dying %unceasingly a desire to cry


WORKERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: Ah, that warm february morning. The untimely south wind came
Last Line: Cherished image behind.


WORKERS, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: A warm morning in february
Last Line: This hardened arm will drag along no more 'sweet memories'


YOU DEAD OF NINETY-TWO AND NINETY-THREE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: And now our newspapers praise you to the skies


YOU LIED..., by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
Last Line: This femur worked for forty years!


YOUNG COUPLE, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD    Poem Text             Poet's Biography
First Line: The room is open to the turquoise sky
Last Line: Charm the blue of their window instead!
Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives


YOUNG COUPLEDOM, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: The bedroom stands open to the turquoise sky
Last Line: Bless their window's blue view instead!


YOUNG GLUTTON, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Two sick %young fruits
Last Line: Come quick!' %he shoots


YOUTH: 1. SUNDAY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Problems put by, the inevitable descent of heaven
Last Line: Let us resume our study to the noise of the devouring work that is assembling and rising in the mass
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


YOUTH: 2. SONNET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Man of ordinary constitution, was not the flesh a fruit hung in the orchard
Last Line: Might and right reflect your dance and your voice, only appreciated at present
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


YOUTH: 3. TWENTY YEARS OLD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Instructive voices exiled
Last Line: Quickly, indeed, the nerves take up the chase
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


YOUTH: 4. WAR, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: When a child, certain skies refined my vision
Last Line: It is as simple as a musical phrase
Subject(s): Imagination; Vision


YOUTH: I. SUNDAY, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: All calculations set to one side
Last Line: That forms and ferments in the masses
Subject(s): Youth


YOUTH: II. SONNET, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Man of average constitution, was the flesh not once
Last Line: That only the present can appreciate


YOUTH: III. TWENTY YEARS OLD, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: Exiled the voices of instruction
Last Line: (of course, our nerves are quickly shot to hell!)


YOUTH: IV, by ARTHUR RIMBAUD                Poet's Biography
First Line: You are playing still at the temptation of saint anthony
Last Line: Nothing, nothing at all like its present appearance