Old Poetry Poetry • Poets • Essays • Forums •

Arthur Rimbaud's Poetry, by written

1 - 30 of 125     1 2 3 4  next >
  • Stolen Heart
    My sad heart slobbers at the poop
    my heart covered with tobacco-spit
    27 lines
  • The Orphans' New Year's Gift
    The room is full of shadow; you can hear, indistinctly, the sad soft whispering of two children.
    Their foreheads lean forward, stil
    64 lines
  • Tartufe's Punishment
    Raking, raking, his amorous thoughts
    underneath his chaste robe of black,
    19 lines
  • The Transfixed
    Black in the snow and fog,
    at the great lighted airshaft, their bums rounded,
    23 lines
  • The Sly One
    In the brown dining-room,
    which was perfumed
    19 lines
  • The Cupboard
    It's a board carved wooden cupboard;
    the ancient dark-coloured oak
    18 lines
  • My Bohemian Existence
    I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
    my overcoat too was becoming ideal;
    21 lines
  • Faun's Head
    Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold;
    in the uncertain foliage that blossoms
    13 lines
  • Parisian War Song
    Spring is evidently here;
    for the ascent of Thiers
    31 lines
  • Those Who Sit
    Dark with knobbed growths,
    peppered with pock-marks like hail,
    56 lines
  • The Customs Men
    Those who say Gord Struth; those who say Swelp Me -
    pensioned soldiers and sailors, the wreckage of Empire -
    12 lines
  • Evening Prayer
    I spend my life sitting - like an angel
    in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug
    17 lines
  • The Ancient Beasts
    The ancient beasts bred even on the run,
    their glans encrusted with blood and excrement.
    38 lines
  • Squattings
    Very late, when he feels his stomach churn,
    Brother Milotus, one eye on the skylight whence the sun,
    38 lines
  • The Seven Year Old Poet
    And so the Mother, shutting up the duty book,
    Went, proud and satisfied.
    67 lines
  • People In Church
    Penned between oaken pews,
    in corners of the church which their breath stinkingly warms,
    41 lines
  • The Parisian Orgy
    O cowards! There she is!
    Pile out into the stations!
    86 lines
  • Jeanne-Marie's Hands
    Jeanne-Marie has strong hands; dark hands tanned by the summer,
    pale hands like dead hands. Are they the hands of Donna Juana?
    52 lines
  • The Seekers Of Lice
    When the child's forehead, full of red torments,
    Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams,
    20 lines
  • The Rooks
    Lord, when the meadowland is cold,
    and when in the downcast hamlets the long Angeluses are silent..
    22 lines
  • Stupra II
    Our buttocks are not theirs.
    I have often seen people unbuttoned behind some hedge;
    18 lines
  • Drunken Coachman
    Unwashed
    Drinks:
    39 lines
  • Paris
    Al Godillot, Gambier, Galopeau,
    Wolf-Pleyel - O Robinets! -
    13 lines
  • The Old Guard
    To the emperor's peasants!
    To the peasants' emperor!
    5 lines
  • The Accursed Cherub
    Bluish roofs and white doors
    As on nocturnal Sundays,
    40 lines
  • Lilies
    O see-saws! O Lilies!
    Enemas of silver!
    9 lines
  • State Of Siege
    The poor omnibus driver under the tin canopy,
    warming a huge chilblain inside his glove,
    16 lines
  • Memory
    Clear water; [stinging] like the salt of a child's tears,
    the whiteness of women's bodies attacking the sun;
    76 lines
  • Tear
    Far away from birds and herds and village girls,
    I was drinking, kneeling down in some heather
    18 lines
  • Blackcurrant River
    Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys;
    the voices of a hundred rooks go with it,
    16 lines
1 - 30 of 125     1 2 3 4  next >