Poems by Arthur Rimbaud
Morning of Drunkenness
... virgins, horror in the faces and objects of today, may you be consecrated by the memory of that wake ...
To a Reason
... A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders ...
Vagabonds
... wandered, fed on wine from the caves and gypsy bread, me bound to find the place itself and the code ...
Anguish
... that a day of success will lull us to sleep on the shame of our fatal incompetence ...
Mystic
... At the left, the mold of the ridge is trampled by all the homicides ...
The Famous Victory Of Saarbrucken
... Shouts: Vive LEmpereur!! his neighbours mute ...
The Sleeper In The Valley
... Tranquil. In his right side, there are two red holes ...
The Cupboard
... full to overflowing, it's a jumble of quaint old things: ...
Historic Evening
... Even the most elementary physicist feels that it is no longer possible ...
The Parents
... Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward ...
Faun's Head
... his mouth bursts out in laughter beneath the branches ...
My Bohemian Existence
... and while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows, ...
Sun And Flesh (Credo In Unam)
... And in the sacred woods, amid the standing hair of the great trees, ...
Seascape (Marine)
... Against whose edge whirlwinds of light collide ...
Lips Shut. Seen In Rome
... Vu à Rome Il est, à Rome, à la Sixtine, ...
