Two Works of Arthur Rimbaud

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A poet's life and the circumstances that surround it will affect their poetry. Poetry often speaks of the experiences of a poet's life, and of the feelings that are felt within that experience. Arthur Rimbaud, a 19th century French poet led an unusual life. His poetry reflects upon the moments in his life that are very meaningful to him. Some of his poems seem to be just as unusual as Arthur himself. Arthur began writing poetry at the young age of fifteen, when he fled from his home to Paris. During his time in Paris, Arthur wrote many poems that were later published worldwide. The poems, After the Flood, and The Lice Seekers are both filled with excessive emotion and imagery. Arthur's poetry could be interpreted in many different ways from different perspectives.

After the Flood, a poem from Arthur Rimbaud's The Illuminations, paints a vivid picture of a terror that has flowed through the streets right before his eyes and has finally seized to an end. The central idea of the poem lies within the first stanza. It says, "As soon as the idea of the Flood had subsided, a hare paused... and said a prayer to the rainbow through the spider's web." This line begins the poem with the thought that everything has finally passed, and by the hare praying, there is hope that it won't come again. In the next few lines of the poem Arthur gives a detailed description of what has happened throughout the town. The line, "Blood and milk flowed," chills your heart at the thought of such a thing happening. He's trying to give a vision of the horror and sadness that these people have endured throughout this time. Then he goes on to say, "Beavers did their building. Glasses of black coffee steamed in the cafes," almost as if everything is going back to normal since the flood has subsided. The most significant line in this poem is the ending. Arthur Rimbaud leaves his readers with a great deal of doubt as to whether their interpretation is correct. The last line of the poem is as follows, .".. and the Queen, the Sorceress who kindles her coals in the earthen pot, will never be willing to tell us what she knows, and what we do not know." I feel as though the Queen, the Sorceress that he is referring to is Mother Nature.

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