Ljubica SOKIC discovers the poetry of Arthur RIMBAUD.

[Arthur Rimbaud] – Ljubica Cuca SOKIC (1914.2009)

Autographed letter signed to Olga Kéchélievitch.

Six pages in-4°. March 30, 1940. Scattered browning.

A remarkable letter from the Serbian painter, enriched with an original drawing depicting Arthur Rimbaud with his head buried in his arms.

"Cujemo, today Gasa, Pedja, and Tabakovic visited me. Gasa has lost a lot of weight. I don't know what's wrong with her. She doesn't seem happy. Pedja is the same as always. And as for Tabakovic—I don't know. I don't know, tonight I didn't feel right around them. It was as if they were from another world. What's happening to me too? Is it just a passing mood? Or maybe not. I'd like to see you. To talk to you about everything. I have absolute faith in you; I think I've changed a bit, though. You would tell me what you think. I'm not worse, I'm still me, maybe a little more so than before. You would see that, I'm sure of it, and you would love me too, I'm sure of that as well. Personally, Cuje, but the Tabakovics are complete strangers to me. What do you say to that? Tell me."

I'm reading Rimbaud and I love him immensely . I love him as if I've known him forever, as if we were almost the same person, so much so. Personally, and you love him very much too, you've told me so many times in your letters. I almost want to copy his Prose Poem "Mauvais sang" for you, I love it so much. But you know it. Do you like it? Rimbaudcic, A Season in Hell . I like Prose Poems in general. Papa just came back from his trip. He brought back game as if he'd been hunting. Two dead birds. They look sad. I thought of painting them, but it's too sad. I can't, their relaxed heads—they really look like children. And they're always tied together. And side by side.