Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Arthur RimbaudI have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Arthur RimbaudThere shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.
Arthur Rimbaud