Best Rimbaud Poems

pact fusion hath brewed
welds cauldron spewed spit fiery
sparse talents biformed renowned
oddity affair
ardent youth pose statuesque
fragile innards touch grotesque
bursts end aggression
severs espousal rapport
guilt aspires realist soars...

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The roads leading away
circle the distances
and seem to go nowhere. 
They seed the horizon 
with promises, disorganising
the senses and reason
until there is only a hole, 
a dark cave into
the interior.

Effigies stare out of the dark 
cloaked in symbols that can
only be deciphered by the soul.
This...

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He views the world in the most subtle of ways
Eyes like a fly, searching everything around, seeing
All in millisecond detail
He sees not the flower or the thorn, but the 
Emerald light of photosynthesis from which it grows;

In the woman, he envisions not her curves of...

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If I'd been embraced
I wouldn't write like I do;
I would feel loved.
I'd be complacent like you.

But that's not my fate.
I am burned in the fire
and when you ignore me
the flames keep burning higher.

So please, by all means continue,
leave me alone.
Go ahead. Watch me.
Watch me burn...

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Song of the Highest Tower
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

Let it come, let it come,
The day when all hearts love as one.

I’ve endured so long
That I’d even forgotten
The pain and the terror.
I’ve visited heaven,
And yet a morbid thirst
Still darkens my veins.

Let it come, let...

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Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

The impassive river carried me downstream
as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats,
then nailed them, naked, to their former posts,
while I observed all idly, in a dream.

What did I care about the slaughtered...

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Arthur Rimbaud Translations of Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”), Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”), and Dawn



Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”)
by Arthur Rimbaud
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Graceful son of Pan! Around your brow, crowned with flowers and berries, your eyes, lustrous spheres, revolve. Your cheeks, stained with...

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Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town;
Heavy languor and dark
Drenches my heart.

Oh, the sweet-sounding rain
Cleansing pavements and roofs!
For my listless heart's pain
The pure song of the...

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POEMS ABOUT OPHELIA

Ophélie (“Ophelia”)
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

On pitiless black waves unsinking stars abide
while pale Ophelia, a lethargic lily, drifts by.
Here, tangled in her veils, she floats on the tide.
Far-off, in the woods, we hear the strident bugle’s cry.

For a thousand years, or...

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As I reach my hand twords the light, I see you. I feel you. You must see me too, my love.
Its almost as if your still here.
You we're the one person that mde me feel, the one person I could rely on when I was...

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