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Arthur Rimbaud's Poetry, by first line

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  • Dark, wrinkled as a purple pink,
    It breathes, it nestles in that bed of moss,
    14 lines
  • Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O - vowels,
    Some day I will open your silent pregnancies:
    15 lines
  • I have kissed the summer dawn.
    Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead.
    21 lines
  • The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
    The world has rolled white from your back,
    5 lines
  • Everything seen…
    The vision gleams in every air.
    8 lines
  • A tearful tincture washes
    Cabbage-green skies;
    48 lines, 4 comments
  • It is a high, carved sideboard made of oak.
    The dark old wood, like old folks, seems kind;
    14 lines
  • "The flag goes with the foul landscape,
    and our jargon muffles the drum."
    15 lines
  • 1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
    53 lines
  • 1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
    71 lines
  • A breath opens operatic breaches
    in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,--
    32 lines
  • A large carved cupboard of white oak
    emanates that relaxed gentle air
    40 lines
  • A Prince was vexed at having devoted himself
    only to the perfection of ordinary generosities.
    28 lines
  • A rap of your finger on the drum
    fires all the sounds
    19 lines
  • A small green valley where a slow stream flows
    And leaves long strands of silver on the bright
    38 lines, 1 comment
  • A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river.
    The abyss at the stern, The swiftness of the incline,
    56 lines
  • Against a fall
    of snow,
    22 lines
  • Al Godillot, Gambier, Galopeau,
    Wolf-Pleyel - O Robinets! -
    13 lines
  • Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold;
    in the uncertain foliage that blossoms
    13 lines
  • Ancient Comedy pursues its harmonies and divides its Idylls:
    Raised platforms along the boulevards.
    15 lines
  • And so the Mother, shutting up the duty book,
    Went, proud and satisfied.
    67 lines
  • And the mother, closing the work-book
    Went off, proud, satisfied, not seeing,
    68 lines
  • As I drifted on a river I could not control,
    No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes.
    635 lines
  • As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,
    A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells,
    46 lines
  • At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,
    Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,
    16 lines
  • At four o'clock on a summer morning,
    The Sleep of love still lasts.
    23 lines
  • Birth of Venus
    The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
    353 lines, 1 comment
  • Black in the snow and fog,
    at the great lighted airshaft, their bums rounded,
    23 lines
  • Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys;
    the voices of a hundred rooks go with it,
    16 lines
  • Bluish roofs and white doors
    As on nocturnal Sundays,
    40 lines
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