Arthur Rimbaud

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

Arthur Rimbaud Poems

1. Le Châtiment De Tartufe 4/3/2010
2. Stages (Scenes) 4/3/2010
3. The Famous Victory Of Saarbrucken 4/3/2010
4. The Accursed Cherub 4/3/2010
5. Les Effarés 4/3/2010
6. Stupra Ii 4/3/2010
7. May Banners 4/3/2010
8. State Of Siege 4/3/2010
9. Feasts Of Hunger 4/3/2010
10. The Customs Men 4/3/2010
11. Promontory 4/3/2010
12. Working People 4/3/2010
13. Vigils 4/3/2010
14. The Cupboard 4/3/2010
15. Morts De Quatre-Vingt-Douze (Dead Of '92) 4/3/2010
16. The Sideboard 4/3/2010
17. What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers 4/3/2010
18. Winter Festival 4/3/2010
19. The Sly One 4/3/2010
20. Young Greedyguts 4/3/2010
21. Obscur Et Fronce 4/3/2010
22. First Communions 4/3/2010
23. Genie 4/3/2010
24. To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers 4/3/2010
25. Paroxysms Of Caesars (Rages De Césars) 4/3/2010
26. Tartufe's Punishment 4/3/2010
27. The Stolen Heart 4/3/2010
28. Golden Age 4/3/2010
29. People In Church 4/3/2010
30. Metropolitan 4/3/2010
31. Lips Shut. Seen In Rome 4/3/2010
32. Vowels 4/3/2010
33. Clearance Sale 4/3/2010
34. My Little Lovelies 4/3/2010
35. Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith) 4/3/2010
36. Memory 4/3/2010
37. The Old Guard 4/3/2010
38. To Music (À La Musique) 4/3/2010
39. L'Idole.. Sonnet Du Trou Du Cul 4/3/2010
40. Those Who Sit 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. . ...

Read the full of Novel

Lines, An Excerpt From

When the world comes down to this one dark wood
Before our four astonished eyes...
To a beach for two faithful children...
To a house of music, for our clear accord...
I will find you.
Let there be no one here below but one old man,
Beautiful and calm, surrounded with 'unimagined luxury'...
I will be at your feet.
Let me penetrate all of your memories...

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