Arthur Rimbaud

(20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891 / Charleville, Ardennes)

Arthur Rimbaud Poems

1. Novel 1/20/2003
2. Asleep In The Valley 4/3/2010
3. A Winter Dream 4/3/2010
4. Dawn 1/30/2006
5. Drunken Morning 1/30/2006
6. Sensation 1/30/2006
7. Departure 1/30/2006
8. Being Beauteous 1/30/2006
9. Anguish 4/3/2010
10. Evil 1/30/2006
11. Ophelia 4/3/2010
12. The Drunken Boat 4/3/2010
13. Eternity 4/3/2010
14. Stolen Heart 1/30/2006
15. Royalty 1/30/2006
16. Dance Of The Hanged Men 4/3/2010
17. The Seven Year Old Poet 1/30/2006
18. After The Flood 4/3/2010
19. Barbarian 4/3/2010
20. City 4/3/2010
21. Flowers 4/3/2010
22. Lines, An Excerpt From 1/30/2006
23. First Evening (Première Soirée) 4/3/2010
24. Cities Vagabonds 4/3/2010
25. Biography 1/30/2006
26. Movement 1/30/2006
27. My Bohemian Existence 4/3/2010
28. Romance 4/3/2010
29. Blackcurrant River 4/3/2010
30. The Parisian Orgy 4/3/2010
31. Childhood 4/3/2010
32. Hunger 4/3/2010
33. From 'The Cupboard' (Le Buffet) 4/3/2010
34. At The Green Inn, Five In The Evening (Au Cabaret-Vert, Cinq Heures Du Soir) 4/3/2010
35. Antique 4/3/2010
36. Bottom 4/3/2010
37. Faun's Head 4/3/2010
38. Conclusion 4/3/2010
39. Evening Prayer 4/3/2010
40. Brussels 4/3/2010
Best Poem of Arthur Rimbaud

Novel

I.

No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
--You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;
The wind brings sounds--the town is near--
And carries scents of vineyards and beer. . .

II.

--Over there, framed by a branch
You can see a little patch of dark blue
Stung by a sinister star that fades
With faint quiverings, so small and white. . ...

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Novel

I.

No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
--You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;

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