The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.
ATTRIBUTION:
Arthur Rimbaud (18541891), French poet. Letter, May 15, 1871. Collected Poems, ed. Oliver Bernard (1962).