Rimbaud

[rumguy]

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

One evening I seated Beauty on my knees. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I armed myself against justice.

I fled.

Oh witches o misery o hate

To you has my treasure been entrusted.

[girl gone mad]

1. I hate to be pretentious..

but I like him better in his native French.

[bloodyjack]

2. NATURELLEMENT

it sounds so much classier, more sensitive. le sigh

it feels like years since I first stumbled upon his work. this is most probably because it has been years since I first stumbled upon his work.

"Nuit de juin! Dix-sept ans! — On se laisse griser."

and so forth

this is my unceremonious first post