Poems by Arthur Rimbaud
Asleep In The Valley
... His smile Is like an infant's - gentle, without guile ...
Squattings
... something resembling a bird stirs a little in his serene belly ...
Dance Of The Hanged Men
... The rest is not embarrassing and can be seen without shame ...
The Accursed Cherub
... evil and shivering, A dark cherub who staggers, ...
Stolen Heart
... When they have used up their quid ...
Conclusion
... But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving - ...
Ma Boheme
... strings of a lyre the elastics of my tattered boots, one foot close to my ...
Youth
... the studious optimism: how the world was full of flowers that summer! ...
Common Nocturne
... Along the vine, having rested my foot on a waterspout, ...
Paris
... Gill, Mendes, Manuel, Guido Gonin! - ...
Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
... ... "Oh ! mais ! l'air est tout plein d'une odeur de bataille ! ...
Brussels
... And then, It is too beautiful ! too ! Let us maintain our silence ...
The Seven Year Old Poet
... in would rush The eight-year daughter of the working-folk next door, ...
Eternity
... No orietur. Knowledge and fortitude, ...
Vigils
... The sea of the vigil, like Emily's breasts ...
