Love Rimbaud - After the Flood is my favourite poem by any writer. I feel like our imaginations work in similar ways (mine far inferior ofc). I love the scope of his world, the hotels amid the polar ice, his Gaulish ancestors getting beaten up in the ancient forests, but it never feels epic and grandiose, it feels a fleeting glimpse of something bright and exhilarating, arctic breeze on your face.

Baudelaire I like in theory but found harder to get into. I think he's spoken about as a poet of 'sensations', as if a poem of his is a little draught of something intoxicating that slips into you and overwhelms you, but for me the poems evoke the more detached 'aesthetic' feeling of looking at a fixed tableau, an ornate object or gothic ruin or crime scene photo, which I have to contemplate and explore. Very cool in its own way, but also very different from the breezy immediacy of Rimbaud.