I remember reading when I was younger that this was the only known photo of the french poet. I’ve since found a few others, one of the poet as a child and another taken later in his life. To me Rimbaud was punk before punk, rock and roll before rock and roll. l’enfant terrible they use to call him. His poetry is not the emotional ramble of a bleeding heart. It’s raw and dangerous and is need of something more than love.