Poems by Arthur Rimbaud
Democracy
... ignorant as to science, rabid for comfort ...
Ruts
... full of children all dressed up for a suburban pastoral ...
Movement
... - On voit, roulant comme une digue au delà de la route hydraulique motrice, ...
After The Flood
... -- black palls and organs, lightening and thunder, rise and roll ...
Dawn
... And I hunted her, scrambling like a beggar on marble wharves ...
Sentences (Phrases)
... the mist of the canals over the fields-- why not incense and toys already ...
The Seekers Of Lice
... Make in his half-drunken indolence the death of the little lice ...
Romance
... - Then your adored one, one evening, condescends to write to you ...
First Evening (Première Soirée)
... she cried: "Oh, really! That's too much! ...
The Sun Has Wept Rose
... Your thighs: The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts, ...
The Old Guard
... to the glorious 18 March! ...
The Poor Man Dreams
... - Oh! It is shameful to dream - since it is pure loss! ...
Barbarian
... -- O world! (Far from the old retreats and the old flames, still heard, still felt ...
State Of Siege
... the respectable interior of the bus looks at the moon ...
City
... And from my window I see new specters rolling through ...
