Any Rimbaud experts in the house?

The poet makes himself a seer by a long, immense and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he seeks himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessence. Ineffable torture where he needs all the faith, all the superhuman strength, where he becomes among all the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed - and the supreme Savant - For he arrives at the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He arrives at the unknown, and when, terrified, he ends up losing the understanding of his visions, he has seen them! Let him die in his bounding by the incredible things and innumerable other horrible workers will come; they begin by horizons where the other collapsed!

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"In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities."

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"It is today exactly one hundred years since an unhappy and brilliant poet, the most awesome of all despairing souls, wrote down this prophecy: "A l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes." "In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities."

I believe in this prophecy of Rimbaud, the Visionary. I come from a dark region, from a land separated from all others by the steep contours of its geography. I was the most forlorn of poets and my poetry was provincial, oppressed and rainy. But always I had put my trust in man. I never lost hope. It is perhaps because of this that I have reached as far as I now have with my poetry and also with my banner.

Lastly, I wish to say to the people of good will, to the workers, to the poets, that the whole future has been expressed in this line by Rimbaud: only with a burning patience can we conquer the splendid City which will give light, justice and dignity to all mankind."

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