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Arthur Rimbaud

The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back, your thighs;
The sea has stained rust the crimson of your breasts, 26 more words


L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose

Here is a poem by Rimbaud, describing a dream of getting into a carriage with a companion or lover, cozily settling into the cushions and falling into his lover’s arms for a sensual journey. 311 more words

Authors I Would Like to Read

This month is the month in which, many years ago, I was born. In the interest of Internet safety please refrain from confirming the actual date of birth, I beg you. 97 more words


Le Bateau Ivre (Loxodromes II)

A good way to embarrass oneself is to go to a book store in a foreign country whose language one is not fluent in, and buy a book. 254 more words


I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance. – Arthur Rimbaud http://ift.tt/293PXH8

Arthur Rimbaud

Louis duffel bag filled with Heroin: notes on the so-called Silent Majority

“Ne sachant m’expliquer sans paroles païennes, je voudrais me taire.”

(“Not knowing how to explain myself without pagan words, I would choose to be silent.”)  1,113 more words

Le Buffet (Arthur Rimbaud)

J’ai appris ce poème en primaire.Depuis j’y suis très attachée. Et Arthur Rimbaud est devenu mon poète préféré.

C’est un large buffet sculpté ; le chêne sombre, 127 more words