Poems by Arthur Rimbaud
Blackcurrant River
... Everything flows with [the] horrible mysteries of ancient landscapes ...
To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers
... Flowers that are almost stones, - marvellous ones! - ...
Pleasant Thought For The Morning
... Peaceful in the midst of their wilderness of foam, ...
What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers
... showers Of bright butterflies, heavy, flutter, ...
Tale
... In his face and in his bearing shone the promise of a complex and multiple love! ...
Promontory
... and circular facades of the "Grands" and the "Royals" of Scarborough and of Brooklyn ...
At The Green Inn, Five In The Evening (Au Cabaret-Vert, Cinq Heures Du Soir)
... the green table: I studied the artless patterns of the wallpaper ...
Tartufe's Punishment
... . So he confessed and prayed, with a death rattle! ...
Drunken Morning
... Laughter of children, discretion of slaves, austerity of virgins, ...
Jeanne-Marie's Hands
... It is the black blood of belladonnas that blazes and sleeps in their palms ...
Stages (Scenes)
... in the shade of waving forest trees, on the edge of the cultivated fields ...
Poets At Seven Years
... In summer, Especially, vanquished, stupefied, stubborn, ...
The Sly One
... And, passing her little finger tremblingly across her cheek, ...
The Song Of The Highest Tower
... Idle Youth By all things enslaved ...
Working People
... In a puddle left by the rains of the preceding month, ...
