Arthur Rimbaud█

With a soul feverish for revolt, I sculpted a new language of dreams and delirium, casting “Le Bateau ivre” and “A Season in Hell” like spells over the wild heart of youth.

Ask me what it is to abandon poetry by twenty, to chase horizons from Charleville to Abyssinia, or to have illuminated the Symbolist dawn with rebellious fire.

I am the runaway whose words ignited generations, forever shimmering between vision and exile.