“Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.” DoneLightLostStrongCitiesFireAirSeaDrinkEuropeClimateLeavingDearAlcoholEveningSmokeGrassSwimShoreMetalsAncestorHungLungsHere I AmLight UpBoilingBrittanyCity LightsSea Air Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.” HumansVoiceSeaMadBreastsImmenseInfantShatteredRoaring Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures” StarsSeaGreenDevouringAzure Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.” MenSometimesDreamStarsSeaGreenMilkDevouringAzureFlotsam Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea” LightSeaKissingNorthern Lights Author:Arthur Rimbaud
