Arthur Rimbaud Heart Quotations

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

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

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

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

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.