“What fun we’ll have, amid such pidgeons!”: Rimbaud in Translation

by Jacob Sunderlin, Co-Editor of Poetry One hundred and fifty-seven years ago today, a  provocateur was born in France.  Arthur Rimbaud—published by fifteen, retired by twenty, dead by forty—wrote famously in 1871: “I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working at turning myself into … Continue reading “What fun we’ll have, amid such pidgeons!”: Rimbaud in Translation