Arthur Rimbaud

"He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death."

التنكّر، للفرح، تفادي الواجب، ألّا أحملَ إلى العالم قرَفي وخياناتي السّامية [و...] أكبرُ براءةٍ وأكبرُ خَفرِ

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

به همه جا برو به همه چیز پاسخ بده هیچ چیز نمی تواند جسد تو را دوباره بکشد!

J'aimais les peintures idiotes, dessus de portes, décors, toiles de saltimbanques, enseignes, enluminures populaires ; la littérature démodée, latin d'église, livres érotiques sans orthographe, romans de nos aïeules, contes de fées, petits livres de l'enfance, opéras vieux, refrains niais, rythmes naïfs.

كانت الأخلاق هي رخاوة الدماغ. كانت الكائنات والأشياء جميعا تبدو لي....... حيوات أخرى حولها....... لحظة من حيواتهم الأخرى....... لا مبادئ

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

الأصواتُ المُستنيرةُ مَنفيَّةٌ...

No one's serious at seventeen,
When lindens line the promenades

When we are strongest- who draws back?
Most merry- who falls down laughing?
When we are very bad,- what can they do to us?

Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I promise to be good.
If I was short with you, I was either kidding or just being stubborn; I regret all this more than I can express. Come back and all is forgotten. It is unbearable to think you took my joke seriously. I have been crying for two days straight. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. All is not lost. You only need to come back. We will live here once again, bravely, patiently. I’m begging you. You know it is for your own good. Come back, all of your things are here. I hope you now know that our last conversation wasn’t real. That awful moment. But you, when I waved to you to get off the boat, why didn’t you come? To have lived together for two years and to have come to that! What will you do? If you don’t want to come back here, would you want me to come to you?

Yes, I was wrong.

Tell me you haven’t forgotten me.

You couldn’t.

I always have you with me.

Listen, tell me: should we not live together anymore?
Be brave. Write immediately.
I can’t stay here much longer.
Listen to your heart.
Now, tell me if I should come join you.
My life is yours.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

Oh! Science! Everything has been revised. For the body and for the soul, — the viaticum, — there are medicine and philosophy, — old wives' remedies and popular songs rearranged. And the pastimes of princes and games they proscribed! Geography, cosmography, mechanics, chemistry!...

Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world marches on! Why shouldn’t it turn?

It is the vision of numbers. We are going toward the Spirit. There’s no doubt about it, an oracle, I tell you. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

الحياة تزدهر بالعمل، حقيقة قديمة: أنا، ليست حياتي ثقيلة بما فيه الكفاية، إنها تحلّق وتطفو بعيدا فوق الفِعل، هذه النقطة العزيزة من العالم