Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works (Perennial Library)
"Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poet who ever lived..."Schmidt has tackled poems, prose, and letters. He has adopted a new and persuasive chronological arrangement of the work. And he has nimbly compressed the life of the poet into engaging prefaces for each of the eight 'seasons.'...Schmidt has truly made Rimbaud his won. Like every good translation, his is an interpretation. And it is a matter of some astonishment to me that he has done as well as he has with lyrics that, in theory, ought to defy transfer into another language. He has found a tone, pr perhaps it is an idiom, that works." --Raymond Sokolov,Newsday"Paul Schmidt has waveredno, has hoveredbetween solicitude and critique, and the result of such suspension is his beautiful, daring, careful work; we have all tried our hand as this, and more than a hand is needed, and has here been bestowed. The whole mannothing less will do, and what I am grateful for is the willingness to risk a vision, a sighting of not only the art but the life of the most baffling and suggestive of our exemplary failures. If there were such a thing as Parallel Lives of the nineteenth century, then Paul Schmidt's Rimbaud would have to be read beside Auden's Keirkegaard. Creative misreading, or let me say, with my admiring breath held,critical markings!It is a wonder that so much concern has been taken, been given, though less a wonder than a benefaction when we recall thatconcernmeans no more than a sifting, a winnowing by the senses. The book is the most valuable sieve yet, and serves us the Rimbaud that matters in its fine mesh." --Richard HowardAfter The FloodAngry CaesarAnguishAnimals Once Spewed Semen As They RanAntiqueAsleep In The ValleyAt The Green CabaretBad BloodThe Bad Little AngelBarbarianBeing BeauteousThe BlacksmithBottomThe Boy Who Picked The Bullets Up, Destiny's ChildBridgesThe Brilliant Victory Of SaarebruckBrusselsBy The BandstandChildhoodCities ICities IiCityThe Comedy Of Thirst: I. ForefathersThe Comedy Of Thirst: Ii. The SpiritThe Comedy Of Thirst: Iii. FriendsThe Comedy Of Thirst: Iv. The Poor Man DreamsThe Comedy Of Thirst: V. ConclusionConfessions Of An Idiot Old ManCredo In UnamCrowsThe Customs MenDawnDemocracyDepartureDevotionDoes She DanceDream In WintertimeThe Drunken BoatDrunken MorningDrunksEvening PrayerEvilFairyFarewellFaun's HeadFeelingsFete GalanteFirst CommunionsFirst Delirium: The Foolish Virgin The Infernal BridegroomFirst EveningFlowersFragments From The Book Of JohnGenieHThe Hands Of Jeanne-marieThe Hanged Men DanceHear How It BellowsA Heart Beneath A CassockHidden And Wrinkled Like A Budding VioletHistgoric EveningI Sat In A Third-class Railway Car; An Old PriestI'd Probably Prefer, Come Spring, An Open-airThe ImpossibleIt Was SpringtimeIt's Only A Humble Handmade Brush, Too SmallKids In A DazeThe Ladies Who Look For LiceLightningLiliesLinesLivesLovely Thoughts For MorningMartial Law?MetropolitanMichael And ChristineMorningMorningMovementMy Little LoveliesMystiqueThe Newlyweds At HomeNight In HellO Seasons, O ChateausThe Old GuardOn Summer Nights, Before The Shining Shop WindowsOnce, If My Memory Serves Me WellOpheliaOrdinary NocturneThe Orphans' New YearOur Assholes Are Different From Theirs. I Used To WatchParadeParisParisian OrgyParisian War CryPoor People In ChurchPromontoryRecollectionRemarks To A Poet On The Subject Of FlowersRemembranceThe River Of CordialRomanceRoyaltySaleThe Savior Bumped Upon His Heavy ButtScenesSealed Lips; Seen In RomeSeascapeSecond Delirium: The Alchemy Of The WordSeven-year-old PoetsShameThe SideboardThe Sisters Of CharityThe SittersSquattingThe Stolen HeartThe Sun Has Wept RoseTaleTartufe ChastisedTearThe TeaseTo A ReasonTo My Bedside Books, Those Exquisite EditionsThe Triumph Of HungerThe Triumph Of Patience: A Song From The Highest TowerThe Triumph Of Patience: Banners Of MayThe Triumph Of Patience: EternityThe Triumph Of Patience: Golden AgeVagabondsVenus AnadyomeneVigilsVowelsWarThe Wastelands Of LoveWhat Do We Care, My HeartWhat Nina AnsweredWheel RutsWinter FestivalWorkersYou Dead Of Ninety-two And Ninety-threeYoung GluttonYouth: I. SundayYouth: Ii. SonnetYouth: Iii. Twenty Years OldYouth: Iv--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder&#174;