I Am Another
I am another, says Rimbaud. If the copper awakens bugle, there is nothing to its fault.
I am another, says Rimbaud. If the copper awakens bugle, there is nothing to its fault.
In the Shakespeare’s tragedy, Ophelia, the fiancée of Hamlet, kills herself by love.
A sonnet of Charles Baudelaire summarizes both his prophetic depth and his modernity.
All the old folks are losing their heads. What do you think? Why would I be an exception?