The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
Arthur RimbaudAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: french
- Born: October 20, 1854
- Died: November 10, 1891
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