A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles, Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes !
French poet (1854-1891)
He wrote poems that cracked open the future of literature, then walked away at twenty and never looked back. Rimbaud spent more years as a gunrunner and merchant in Africa than he ever did as a poet, but the work he left behind—surreal, transgressive, impossible—made him a ghost every modernist still chases.
Born in Charleville in 1854, Rimbaud excelled as a student and started writing young, then ditched formal education in his teens to run toward Paris during the Franco-Prussian War. In his late adolescence he produced nearly all his literary output—including A Season in Hell and Illuminations—while locked in a hectic, sometimes violent two-year romance with the poet Paul Verlaine. At twenty he assembled Illuminations and stopped writing literature entirely. He spent the next seventeen years travelling three continents as a merchant and explorer, a restless libertine turned trader, until cancer…
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A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles, Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes !
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