“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought” IfsGivingSoulFormHumanityFoundLanguageSoundAnimalVisionFireColorPoetResponsibleThievesPerfumeGrappling Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.” HumansSoulFoundMy Soul Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.” WorldChildrenSoulRunningLaughingRichCryThis WorldStrangePoetColdSillyHungryBlessRhymeMercifulGod Bless Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.” SoulKnownSeasonsFlawsCastlesFelicity Author:Arthur Rimbaud
“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation” IfsFeelsSoulSpeakWalksPathFeetWindSummerInfiniteBlueMy SoulEveningGrassSensationsDaydreamingCountrysideWheatGypsyCoolnessInfinite LoveSummer Evening Author:Arthur Rimbaud
