I made rules for the form and movement of every consonant, and I boasted of inventing, with rhythms from within me, a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. I invented colors for the vowels! A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents I used to believe in every kind of magic. What I liked were: absurd paintings, pictures over doorways, stage sets, carnival backdrops, billboards, bright-colored prints, old-fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books full of misspellings, the kind of novels our grandmothers read, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, silly old songs, the naive rhythms of country rimes.
Il y a une volont de recrer l’homme et le monde. Le pome Aube fait partie du recueil de pomes en prose intitul Illuminations, dont les pomes inaugurent une vision indite de l’univers concret. The story of one of my insanities.įor a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes- and I thought the great figures of modern painting and poetry were laughable. Analyse du pome Aube dans le recueil Illuminations de Rimbaud.
