One evening I sat Beauty on my knees โ And I found her bitter โ And I reviled her.
Arthur RimbaudAll day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.
Arthur RimbaudI turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur RimbaudAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!
Arthur Rimbaud...I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, itโs not its fault. Thatโs obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage. If the old imbeciles hadnโt discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldnโt have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors!
Arthur Rimbaud